PART FOURTEEN: December 1990: Love Shack

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

I went home. To Allston, I mean. But as I may or may not have established before, I’m terrible at being home. The problem with defining one’s self by what you DO instead of by where you’re FROM is that home becomes this really fraught concept…

Maybe I shouldn’t generalize. Maybe it’s only like that for me.

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