Guitar Crazy

Last week spanned a day that changed the course of how things go in my life at the moment. My brother bought me an electric guitar as a bonus for work. That night I played it and played it for hours, still of course not knowing how to play it properly but still fun none the less.Well its grown from that to full on epic ballads of all things that pop into my head at any given moment, as well as for my friend (how_ironic). She does the same thing, although she actually managed to find the notes to play no surprises, we almost cried it was so glorious.But anyway, so I'm at work, and I bring my guitar to the office almost everyday, I have because amp here and don't at home because its a co-work ers, and finally yesterday and today I didn't bring Betty (She's jet black so i named her after the song Black Betty), and what happens. My buddy (once again that would be how_ironic) called me and asked me to pick her up one at the pawn shop, so the first thing everyone at the office sees as there coming in is me running out to buy another guitar. So now they all think I'm addicted to buying guitars. Whoops.
E-mail me when people leave their comments –

You need to be a member of w.a.s.t.e. central to add comments!

Join w.a.s.t.e. central

Blog Topics by Tags

Monthly Archives