Silent Lucidity

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

Carynne dialed the WTA concierge service and next thing you know the four of us were in a car on the way to eat.

“Okay now seriously what is going on with you two,” Bart said, “because when you and Ziggy are fighting the rest of the band is ready to cower in the back of the station wagon like Mom and Dad are having it out.”

“Ziggy and I are not fighting,” I insisted. We were in one of those limos that’s not what I’d call a stretch but which was stretched enough for four of us to fit without squishing. “We’re figuring shit out, but we’re not fighting.”

“Oh, that clears everything up then?” Bart knocked me on the shoulder with his.

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