Dalene
“It’s an electric guitar,” I said, blinking at her as innocently as I could manage.
Dalene smirked at me, “I know what it is. Where’d you get it?”
“Last night. You know how musicians are- always horny, always broke. I made a trade.”
It was mostly the truth, though I had laid out cash for the amplifier, [...]
Posted on July 19th, 2006 by Zsallia
Filed under: 1963 to 1967, The Past, Wounds Inflicted | 1 Comment »
