The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.
I'm an atheist, and I don't have any belief in an afterlife. You could say that I'm resigned to the fact that this wonderful life that we get here is it. And having hit 60, it's a good time to get res...
Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory's guitar. Dance, ballerina, dance, he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a...