My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box
I wanted to know what the room cost before it told me.
Marcus said Frank would have liked that.
I said maybe.
He could have tried saying so while he was alive.
Marcus did not defend him.
On November 16 I returned to the studio at 8:20 p.m. with the microphone, the guitar, and a small notebook of song ideas I had not opened in months.
Marcus was already there, checking a cable connection behind the mixing desk.
I recorded a short guitar track.