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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
Digger left the contracts with me and I decided to read them later. The plan was to mail them to him with a list of the things we wanted done right away, and then he could get started. We left the studio shortly after that, Chris begging off with a tricky wrist and reminding me I was supposed to be resting. Bart had parked a few blocks away and Ziggy followed him to get a ride. I got into the van with Christian.
As he buckled in I let out a sigh and he said “What? What now?”
“I’m just having that feeling like it’s going to be a long night.”
“Tell me about it,” he said. “You’d think four good lookin’ guys like us, someone besides Bart’d be getting some on a regular basis.”
I didn’t know what to say to that so I settled for “Yeah.”
“You want to go to a bar or something?”
“I’m sure the splint’ll be great for picking up girls.” I found it easy to put genuine sarcasm into my voice, even if Chris wouldn’t understand the source.