Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I don’t understand my own ego.
How can I be so invested in self-expression that I’ll tell people it’s my reason for living, and at the same time be so self-effacing I almost erase myself sometimes?
Flip tapped the watch on his wrist to tell me it was time for Vitamin F. I took the bottle out of my jacket pocket–remember, I was carrying it around like a talisman–and tapped one out into my hand. I counted the ones left.( Read the rest of this entry » )