You’ll be happy to know that I arranged to have a copy-editor edit my blog. I’d like to apologize for the bad grammar, and the overlooked writing. I blame it on my public school education and my general disinterest in school when I was a child. The truth is, I can’t remember but one English class after the fourth grade. I know I took English, but the classes were so unremarkable they left no indelible impression on me. I remember taking a creative writing class in high school. That was big. It changed my life forever, but that's it. The copy-editor should kick in sometime next week.
I knew I was taking a risk by posting to a blog without an editor, but I figured I’d do the best I could.
I went out last night and ran into my friend John. We had a drink together and talked about music before going to his house to jam. We played songs we knew and songs we didn’t know, and songs we made up on the spot. It was fun. He had a real nice Taylor acoustic guitar that felt good in my hands. Guitars can make it easy on you, or they can hold you back. It’s not much different than a relationship, but when the guitar talks, you definitely listen. You want her to talk. You’re disappointed when she doesn’t. It’s not exactly like a relationship, I suppose not even all that similar, but it can be romantic.
I left John’s house at three in the morning. The streets were quiet. It was Los Angeles at her best.
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