First off, i'm a college kid. I managed a 32 on my ACT, but I still have to pay for room and board and food, and my guitar isn't paying the bills yet. However, I continue to eat Ramen, and buy Oranges, Fender Jazz Basses, fricken Carvins... then choke down Mickey D's.
I mean, I love guitar center. I got my Gibson SG, barely used, for 375 bucks. A Jackson RR5 for 750. And my Orange for 600. But still.
Im thinking about burning my house down. Maybe someone will throw a benefit for my family, then I can take the money and get myself a couple Marshall full stacks or something, and live in a box. It'd be a box, but it'd be a box filled with sweet guitar shit, until the random hobo steals my shit (literally and figuratively), or I die in this wonderful, shitty ass South Dakota weather.
Thats right, South Dakota. I graduated in a class of 13 boneheads that sometimes drove tractors to school, where I wore a Led Zeppelin shirt and people wondered what kind of band they were. Where I can bust out Crazy Train, and then be asked if I can play any Toby Keith or "Back in Black". Where when I say I like to listen to Meat Loaf, people ask me why I listen to my supper, or if I like ketchup on it, then laugh and flash their yellow chompers with a big gap in the front of their teeth. Where Aeropostle and Hollister is the height of fashion, and Versace is a JCPenney brand, along with "dumb shirts of bands no one listens to", like my huge collection of Iron Maiden shirts.
Hahah.
This is true.. i'veapplied, but haven't heard back from them.
Plus, the nearest GC is 100 miles away from home... 45 from college... :'(
Hurray.
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