One Way or Another
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
The Moroccan place was total decadence, everyone half-sitting, half-lying on these pillows on the floor, the walls all padded with complicated patterns like the set of a movie set in a harem. I half expected the low round tables to come complete with a hookah.
Chris and I and Bart sat with our backs to the wall and our legs splayed, drinking beer and eating with our fingers. (There’s apparently no silverware in Morocco.) Colin and Remo sat across from us.
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