I was at my Tuesday gig. It was a slow night. The drunkards had chased all the women from the room. I broke into Sunny.
I played the first verse flawlessly. My voice was coming across strong and I was feeling pretty good about myself. In the past when I played Sunny I wasn't sure what I was going to get. My fingers found ways to hit the chords wrong and I worried that I was going to forget the words.
The second verse was just as good. I looked about the room to see if anybody was listening. Maybe one depressed looking guy sitting at the bar. No bother, I was falling in love with myself. I could do no wrong. Look at me go. I was so happy with my playing I started to think of how far I'd come as a guitar player, and how the chords were falling into place like butter.
The third verse came along and I wasn't prepared for it with all my thinking. I stumbled into the first line, but tried to recover. I botched a chord and tried to recover. I forgot the words and tried to recover, at a certain point I realized there was no recovering. I finally said into the microphone, "fuck it! Who gives a hell?" and ended it. The drunkards didn't even flinch.
