ceciliatan

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

In the suite Courtney had spread a bunch of stuff out on the big dining room table for us to autograph. Bart was already working his way through it. He barked at Chris, who was getting a Coke out of the refrigerator, to get his ass over there and do his part.

I picked up a Sharpie and started making my way around the table, too. At some point this year I had started signing my name with a “D” that looked like a backwards G clef. I know, I know. Music geek.