nothing is ever completely solved... any solution spawns at least 2 new problems... I don't mind that, its like having kids, why fight it? You like to fuck, don't ya? Are ya gonna stop fucking just to SAVE MONEY? I set down the guitar for about 10 years... didn't touch one... I was too busy touching the stimulated simulation of twenty thousand of them... in my head, and in the keyboard, too, whenever I wanted it, as much as I could stand, I had so much available to me I trained a machine to manage it for me... you may have heard of it... its called church of machines... they play it at Tacoland every night, but not because of the guitar, be it fake, real, or genuine imitation, simulated replica, or the mere'est samplin', even if it was just for medicinal purposes... no one.... cares.... in the end, only one thing mattered... can you guess? .... LYRICS... they were fucked up in the head zone... dementia... real real WRONG... that's what they LIKE... because it reminds them of someone who's all fucked up... who? .... me? .... HELL NO... they still haven't heard of me, even though they've heard me, night after night... so what's the reason? ...who does it resemble to the point where they will TOLERATE its existence? .... in context with the other CD's they play there by "hip" groups with cool reputations? how can something that's FUCKED UP be liked? answer: THEM. .....its like THEM... twisted... demented... fed-up... maligned... put-down... looked upon as though they were equal to SHIT... they relate to it because its completely fucked up...
so, what did I do?...

BOUGHT A NEW GUITAR, what else?
And its TOTALLY this guy's fault.

he says I gave him his first
guitar lesson when he was a little kid
I don't remember doing that, but I'm
delighted because he paid me back!