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

Jonathan snuck out at some ridiculously early hour and I had no trouble going back to sleep after his murmured “see you tonight.” I slept until the wakeup call came at noon. At that point I was ravenously hungry. I dug through what was left of my clean clothes, figuring out what to save ( Read more... )

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

J. hit the next exit. When he rolled down the window to toss a quarter in the ramp toll basket the air smelled swampy. We rolled on up the road toward something that looked lit up about a half mile away.

A diner. A real, honest-to-god diner. They made me sit down and have a bowl of ( Read more... )