ceciliatan

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

I saw Court briefly that night when she came over to see if I needed my laundry done. No, I’m not kidding. (The only reason I didn’t is that Ziggy sent his out to be done and had a bunch of mine done at the same time.) Okay and maybe she wanted to hang out before I left again. All three of us sat around in Ziggy’s living room reading. What can I say? A rock star’s life isn’t all drug-fueled orgies.

Court glanced at the tour dates on the sheet Carynne had given me. “Huh. You know who’s in Kansas.”

“No, who?”