↦ closed starter / @carsonwest ↦ location: a bar, literally any bar
"So, then I'm like, 'Okay, if you want to travel the country and live out of your car, that's great, babe, but I kind of have to stay here because of my job.' She looked at me like I was crazy and asked why I wouldn't want to quit writing songs to live out of her car, too." Ryland finished off the drink in his hand, setting the empty glass on the wood bar top and turned back to Carson. "I literally had to explain that in order to get gas, we'd need some kind of income, and she said, no shit, 'Mother Earth will provide.'" The man shook his head, reaching a hand up to rake his fingers through his hair. "So next time I tell you I'm datin' a girl who likes weird stuff, hit me over the head with a guitar or something. It can't possibly hurt to try, anyway."
