One Trick Pony

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

I walked toward the T a little later, after I made sure things were unplugged that should be and that guitars weren’t in danger of falling over. The air was cold and I started making a list of things to do in my mind: buy gloves. I saw the grate across the Chinatown station entrance and remembered it was too late for the T tonight. OK, buy gloves, learn to drive…

I went toward the theater district, thinking to pick up a cab there, and ended up walking to the Park Plaza hotel, where I’d stayed with Nomad a long time before. A doorman could hail one for me. But halfway to the door my feet started carrying me toward a figure leaned against a wall across the street, a figure that had no business being there.

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