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

I caught Jonathan by the rest room in the Denny’s before we got back in the bus. “So, how long are you along for the ride?”

He gave a regretful shrug. “I have to catch a plane from Charlotte back.”

“So you’ll see the Durham show?”

“Yeah. And then I’ll get out of your hair.”
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Dallas was still really far away when I woke up. Marty didn’t nap. Or maybe I slept through that part. I don’t know. It kind of blurs together.

We stopped at a rest area at one point, though, and Carynne got on a pay phone to check her beeper messages. When she got back to the bus she ( Read more... )

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

Ziggy woke me up in the morning looking too fresh and happy to be believed. I could smell his hair gel as I forced myself into a sitting position, my head heavy with undersleptness. “Come on, boss,” he said, tugging on my foot through the blanket. “It’s five hours to Chapel Hill and Bizzy ( Read more... )