So I wake up this morning to the sounds of a strumming guitar. It's the best thing about living with a musician, to have live music before coffee. And it's not the shitty kind. Not the kind you hear outside of an open street market (although they're not all bad either. mostly but not all).
It's a beautiful thing to see Eddie playing. He has had one hell of a year. All things aside, you'd think he's got it all figured out... maybe he does.