Bananas

The book that says it all, or at least what has been said before.

I must warn you to beware when a guitar-playing Jesus shows up at your “office” and asks if things are great. (And yes, he says it like that.)

He then sets a book down on your desk. It is self-published and entitled “Pay . . . → Read More: Bananas

The Guitar Dude

 

A basic guitar.

The first time we crossed paths the Euros seemed perfectly normal. The dude, a skinny, shaved-headed individual tugging on a cigarette, and the girl, sitting there quietly on her towel, both feigned interest in our dogs—asking the typical ‘what kind?’ ‘how old?’ and ‘what’s her name?’

Perfectly normal.

On the way back . . . → Read More: The Guitar Dude