269. Small Blue Thing
That was the afternoon I started teaching Colin to play the guitar. It was more or less a dare. “I can’t play the guitar,” he claimed. “Sure you can,” I argued back, and that led to me teaching him.
That was the afternoon I started teaching Colin to play the guitar. It was more or less a dare. “I can’t play the guitar,” he claimed. “Sure you can,” I argued back, and that led to me teaching him.