Manaconda(57)

My gut was a little twisted when I backed down her driveway, but for once it felt like a good kind.





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Kennedy





I reached for my coffee as I pulled into the parking lot of Amoeba Music. I’d slept for absolute crap the night before and I was on cup number four for the day.

My phone was blowing up thanks to all the media coverage for this show. It was the last one for their release week. Three different calls buzzed under my hand within three minutes as I was walking through the front door.

“Geeze. What the hell has everyone in a damn panic?”

The room was in shambles, two guitars were in pieces on the floor, Wyatt’s drum set was scattered across the dais, and Hunter and Reed were in hancuffs again.

Why was this my life?