Those starwells at Wheaton Plaza. He liked to play there because of the accoustics. He had a pick on every finger and his thumb. He could play Kottke like Kottke. So everyone said. Such a sad street urchin. And then the poor boy hooked up with my baby sister. Talk about a woman with a truck load of issues with men. I had to cry for him.
No pictures, living on the road my friend will keep you free and clean of Childhood souvenirs
But this one kind of looks like him, tall and skinny with hair down to his knees. DJ we called him.
