Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
In the morning, the rock doc came. He didn’t look like any doctor I’d ever met before. Well, maybe he did, I mean, what did doctor’s wear under those white coats? I never really noticed. This guy was slicker-looking than I expected, though, very country club, Rolex watch and all. He didn’t carry a “little black bag” either, but a leather briefcase you could imagine a guy carrying on Wall Street. At least, that’s what it looked like on the outside. He opened it up on the back dinette, though, and inside was a whole pharmacy.
He gave me the creeps.
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