I stare into the darkness, trying to remember where I am. I can just make out a stained ceiling above me. A thin stream of light is coming through nearby window blinds. Then it hits me: it's Blue's ceiling; Blue's window; Blue's bedroom. I fell asleep in here on Blue's bed as he sang to me. When I turn my head, I can just make him out, stretched on the floor. He's tossing and turning, crying out in his sleep… (excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue. Read it free here on Inkspired.)
6 October 24, 2023, 11:55 3I don’t need to look at my 12-string Gibson as I start the haunting intro riff of “Comrade in Arms.” That song, like all of Bryson’s songs, is embedded in my fingertips. But I look down anyway, staring not at the strings but at the words scrawled in Sharpie on the worn mahogany body of the guitar: Monti, Cunny, Hud. Heroes of Hell’s Highway, Lameass Singers. I know better than to look at those names; I know the memories—the nightmares—it’ll stir up…(excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue)
7 October 25, 2023, 11:45 1"Sorry to interrupt this estrogen infusion," Blue drawls. "But I just want to ask you one more time—" "Yes, Blue," I interrupt, turning my Swiftie playlist back up, "I am absolutely certain it's okay with my grandmother that you come for Thanksgiving. She's totally fine with it." Okay, that's a lie. She is so not fine with it. But I told her I wouldn't come if she didn't allow me to bring Blue. I need him with me… (Excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue. Read it free here on Inkspired.)
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