（ what jason wakes to, then, ain't much of nothin' at all. gene's sittin' on the bed opposite, a guitar across his lap. he's tunin' it real careful like, doin' his best not to make much racket — but then, the racket a soldierin' fella learns to stand an' the racket a normal man is accustomed to are differin' subjects entirely.
the a-string makes a tinny twang, barely audible, an' he goes back to the peg to tune it down a notch. he ain't got the skill for this robbie has, but he gets by just fine.
he's hummin' while he works, faint an' preoccupied. odds are he ain't hardly aware of doin' it, even. ）
wake me up before you go-go
the a-string makes a tinny twang, barely audible, an' he goes back to the peg to tune it down a notch. he ain't got the skill for this robbie has, but he gets by just fine.
he's hummin' while he works, faint an' preoccupied. odds are he ain't hardly aware of doin' it, even. ）