I Hate Myself for Loving You

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

So I used up all my luck running out of gas only a few hundred yards from a gas station, and I used up all my nice getting the information out of the nice woman at the desk. I took my frustration out on Digger, and he took his out on me.

We didn’t have the argument in the men’s room at the Betty Ford Center, though. We had it in the parking lot, where the temperature was hitting 104.

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