When I was a teenager I fantasized dying and being buried with my guitars. A fantasy puerile and absurd, as it seems to me now. For some, however, adolescence is a life-long condition:
Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains
When I was a teenager I fantasized dying and being buried with my guitars. A fantasy puerile and absurd, as it seems to me now. For some, however, adolescence is a life-long condition: