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

I remember it as a good Christmas. I remember it fondly.

We had actual Christmas with gift exchanging and everything. I finally understood why Remo had designated a day for Christmas shopping in Japan.

I also finally understood one of the things Cray really hadn’t said–maybe couldn’t bring himself to say–about why he was so touchy and insecure. He called his mother to say “Merry Christmas” and I guess with the time change woke her up in the middle of the night and it turned into an argument. A yelling-into-the-phone kind of argument, which meant I could make out bits of what she yelled, too.