Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
(Saturday post! Enjoy! -ctan)
Flip, approaching from behind me, smacked me on the back. He waggled the granola bar in his other hand like a dog biscuit. As he came around to see my face though, his jocular demeanor changed. “You alright?”
“No,” I said.( Read the rest of this entry » )