Post by GQ on Jul 27, 2010 1:34:14 GMT -5
Johnny propped his guitar case against the wall. He was in a fairly rundown corner of the worst part of town, just down the street from a bustling pub. Other than the few drunks wobbling to and from the establishment, there appeared to be no people out on the street. That was fine with Johnny, who right now just wanted to close his eyes for a few hours and get used to the air.
He sat down with little grace and leaned his head against the dirty brick of the shop wall.
He sat down with little grace and leaned his head against the dirty brick of the shop wall.