I'm in guitar, just about to leave, and Neil's rummaging through his boxes to find his binder. Every time I have a lesson, he finds the binder, flips through until he finds my page, opens the rings, removes the paper, sticks it on his clipboard, and hands it to me to sign. Today, as he opens the binder, I catch a glimpse of the name on the very first page.
"Holy obscenity, Josh Harris?"
I went to elementary with this kid, or rather to a year and a half of elementary with this kid. I haven't seen him for over two years. That brings the total number of people I know who have been taught by my guitar teacher up somewhere around...what, seven?
Smooth it over and smile outside.
2 comments:
intense.
Totally.
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