"I play sometimes," he says, a whole hell of a lot less defensive than he initially meant it to be. "Just not...y'know, where people can hear. Or see." Or care at all, really. That's his general preference.
(Except he left that clip behind, in one long montage of each day tramping tiredly by. Drinking coffee, cleaning a mirror, staring absently at a lighter, talking aloud.)
(Plucking at a banjo.)
(Days before it, and everything else, was swallowed whole.)
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(Except he left that clip behind, in one long montage of each day tramping tiredly by. Drinking coffee, cleaning a mirror, staring absently at a lighter, talking aloud.)
(Plucking at a banjo.)
(Days before it, and everything else, was swallowed whole.)