Hello Cruel World

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

The next morning I was tired but everything felt less like an existential crisis than the night before. At least at first. That was before Ziggy took a call where someone–Barrett, I assume–tried to convince him to fly to LA for something. He said no, but the creeping dread about everything industry-related crawled right back up my legs and took hold of me by the throat.

Good thing the first thing on the schedule that day was medical then, eh?

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