I played your guitar tonight

Katie tuned it after the thing

I’m like you

Can’t tune without a device


Thanks for the guitar


You gave it to me when mine was stuck in a blimp hanger

in Tillamook west by god Oregon


As I laid my head against the wood

I felt a calm

I heard the chord

My fingers danced in places they hadn’t been

I heard the song

Glad you’re here

weird man

really fuckin weirdET2


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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One Response to E.T.

  1. We never forget our first guitars, do we? Even less those who gifted them.

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