Dear Diary,
This morning I went busking and straight away snapped a string. I had no replacement but had brought Sweaty Betty the Banjuitar along, so slid up an down her slender neck all morning with the bottleneck. At the very least the string held out for yesterday's recording with the Bunion Boys.
I've a house inspection today, it'll force my hand with regard to tidying up the gaff. This is a good thing.
Dadio called, he's found another guitar for me, a semi-acoustic epiphone style jazz guitar, cream coloured. We're gonna drive up to get it sometime.
I earned enough for a little bit of baccy and booze but am wondering about Sue. She quit smoking the day I met her, and hasn't smoked since. Also her last boyfriend 'liked a drink'. When I saw her yesterday I was steaming drunk already. I feel that having will-power should stand me in good stead. With any luck we'll cross paths again this evening. Who know's what'll happen. Inevitable comfort no doubt...
Maxy Flexy
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