Feb. 17th, 2004

almost_russell: (Guitar)
Russell sat on his window ledge eating the sandwich Martha had made for him on his way past the diner. He took a drink of coke, rested his head against the wall, and stared down into the park.

Beregond had left earlier on his way to see Agent Smith wearing a pink tye-dyed t-shirt. They had both had a fit of the giggles that had nothing to do with the dope when he had looked at his reflection in the mirror. Russell didn't know how long it would take Smith to "fix" Beregond, or if his friend would have to look elsewhere for the answer, but he reckoned he would find out sooner or later. All he could do was hope it went well.

He finished his sandwich, and went to get his guitar. It was time to loose himself in the music for a while.

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