FINN
and into the forest i go,
"It is," Finn agrees, not one to either play down nor exaggerate things, even when it comes to his own trauma. "And that's a kind offer, but I'm tryin' not t'use substances as a crutch these days. It's steered me wrong in the past." And that is putting it mildly. Not to mention, it's an unintentional lie if this encounter is anything to go by.
"Thanks. I'll try'n make it some good stuff," he says of the music, swaying a bit as he gets to his feet but luckily the guitar is safe on his shoulder. And as he weaves his way back to the stage for the second part of his set, it does turn out to be some good stuff. A little social lubricant has done wonders for Finn's guitar playing as well, it seems, and he plays the night away without further thoughts of sparkly paperweights or goddesses.
~FIN
"Thanks. I'll try'n make it some good stuff," he says of the music, swaying a bit as he gets to his feet but luckily the guitar is safe on his shoulder. And as he weaves his way back to the stage for the second part of his set, it does turn out to be some good stuff. A little social lubricant has done wonders for Finn's guitar playing as well, it seems, and he plays the night away without further thoughts of sparkly paperweights or goddesses.
~FIN
to lose my mind and find my soul
