I saw my Backwards Man again yesterday. I was walking home down the hill as he was walking up, so his back approached me; much less socially awkward than last time when I approached his front. (In that situation should one smile? pass the time of day? ask if he would consider becoming my muse?) Anyway, yesterday he seemed intent on his note-taking and was looking sideways at the traffic rather than where he was going, so I merged silently into the privet to let him pass.
I could do with a muse right now, especially one who is handy with his notebook. I have two ideas I’m not sure what to do with and I’m running out of time to decide. Meh meh meh. What would Backwards Man do?
Some uke on guitar action for a Saturday night:
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