00:51

[smokingboot]

This has not been the easiest day. Some bad luck, some bad poetry to match it , and I am sitting in the dark at nearly 1am. The sounds of a strumming guitar reach me through the walls with a few added vocals here and there. I have to make effort to hear the singing, as far as I can tell it’s good. But there’s no doubt about the guitar; someone can really play.