Ziggy’s Diary: 3

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

Well, Diary, we made it to the swami’s place in the city. Guess what? This place is unbelievably filthy and we go everywhere barefoot but that’s because, they say, it’s even dirtier outside. So we left our shoes at the door. We left our clothes, our bags, pretty much everything. We’re all swathed up like Hare Krishnas basically, except everything’s beige instead of orange. They let me keep my notebook. They seem to think I’m some kind of poet. That’s fine with me. I don’t think anyone here really knows who we are except maybe the guru himself, who met Jenn before. That’s fine with me, too.

The guru has an incredibly long and multisyllabic name and he wants us all to call him “Veddy.” Okay fine.

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