Mania

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Ziggy was true to his word. He didn’t make me sit through listening to any of the others. He swigged down the Shirley Temple, coughing a little as if he went too fast, and then we got out of there.

On the sidewalk he stumbled a little and leaned against me. “Ahhhahaha, that was fun. I don’t think any of those people had any idea who we were.”

“Mm, I think about half of them had figured it out by the time you were done,” Jonathan said. “Daron’s shirt was a clue, too.”

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