The stories along with learn to play guitar
Sometimes when I’m bored, I will go to the bookstore and pretend to look for a book. I’m really listening to the bits and pieces of the conversations that drift around me and then try to put a story together. I don’t actively eavesdrop, but people talk really loudly and don’t pay attention to other people’s obvious glares and clearings of the throat. If they are going to be that loud, I feel that they are fair game. Different aisles often yield different results. But not in the pre prescribed genres that the book is divided into. In fact, it’s just the opposite. I once overheard in the needlework and home crafts aisle, I overheard to sweet granny types talking about their favorite rock bands. Right in front of the learn to play guitar books, I heard a couple of guys talk about learning to knit and crochet. I’m trying to put them in the same story.