Author Archives: daron

Guitarist.

800. I Think I Love You Too Much

They yelled at each other for a while. Knock-down drag-out stuff. The details don’t matter, I guess, or I would think I’d remember it better. I curled myself up in a ball in the seat I was in and tried not to hear any of it. Maybe I partly succeeded and that’s why I don’t […]

798. Live and Let Die

When there’s something on my mind, I don’t think very well. I mean literally, it’s like there’s something in the way of the gears of my brain clicking the way they should. I think addiction is having something on your mind constantly, something that’s not actually beneficial to you at all. Obsession, too–same deal. I […]

794. Ring Ring Ring

The next day I had a total meltdown. Maybe you saw it coming. I didn’t. (Do I ever?) It was an off day. We were in some generic highway hotel of some kind, a Best Western, maybe? In the middle of basically nowhere. If we’d been in a city I would’ve gone walking when the […]

791. Jam On It

“You doing okay?” He leaned in the doorway, his blond dreads hanging rakishly off his forehead, looking like the kind of beautiful tropical bird that will peck your fingers off if you stick them through its cage. “You’ve been a hermit since the incident.” The Incident of The Tequila, the Lime Knife, And The Curious […]