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

We got into a cab in front of the hotel in St. Louis. The weather was a hot drizzle, with the temperature around ninety and the air like soup. The cab driver was a black guy who definitely didn’t seem to think he had anyone but maybe a couple of college kids in his cab. Ziggy was still in ( Read more... )

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

(Thanks to your generous donations of this past week, you have triggered a Saturday post! Enjoy! -ctan)

Of course I didn’t smash a mirror in rage. Instead I ragefucked Ziggy which made us both feel much better about life and everything, and cleared my head enough for me to listen to his ( Read more... )

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

God, my heart. Even now years later I can still remember how my heart tried to beat right out of my chest when I caught sight of him, and what he looked like, leaning against the cinderblock under ugly fluorescent light, teal shirt, white jeans, face blank but his eyes on fire.

Okay, ( Read more... )

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

(Thanks to everyone who donated this week! Here’s a Saturday post for topping the $50 threshold!)

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Carynne worked her persuasive magic and Ziggy’s shrink, a sharp-eyed woman named Dr. Elizabeth Franks, arrived around the time I woke up. Everyone was in a holding pattern while she and ( Read more... )

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

(Poll update! If you haven’t voted on which character I should write the next bonus story about, check out the poll back in Liner Note #24. Meanwhile, Colin only needs $25 more in donations in his name to guarantee a story about him, even if Ziggy beats him in the popular vote…)

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Ziggy ( Read more... )