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Games People Play
Jan. 8th, 2011 01:14 pmMirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
In the morning Christian woke me up banging on the door and hollering. The clock on the night table read 10:00 AM and I sat up with my heart pounding, wondering what had gone wrong. I opened the door. “Jeezus, what happened?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be on the road? It’s eleven hours to New Orleans without stopping.” He looked at his wrist where there was no watch but the meaning of the gesture was not lost on me. He was fully dressed, hair blown dry and wearing a black T-shirt and jeans.
I rubbed my eyes. “Shit, I guess I’m supposed to be in charge now, aren’t I.”
“That’s right, boss.”
