Don’t Let Me Down

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

We walked toward the Sunset, though if it was really crowded there we might keep going until we found somewhere quieter. The Sunset had many many beers to offer, and the result was usually many many people trying to get in.

“You hungry?” he asked. His feathered hair fluttered as he walked.

“Carynne took me through Chinatown on the way from Logan,” I said. “But you know me. I can always eat.”

“I’m trying to be really cognizant of my dependence on everyday crutches,” he said, and I knew he’d been in therapy because normally you wouldn’t hear Christian use a word like “cognizant.”

“Food’s a crutch?” I asked, trying to understand.

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