Random Esquire

I woke up this morning and thought, “I want to play guitar.”

It isn’t the first time I’ve had this thought.  My sister and I grew up playing multiple musical instruments but I’d never learned how to play the guitar.

At 10:20, I called up Buddy who has played for years and said “I want.”  Response: “Go get.”

By 11:30, I had purchased a guitar, case, strings, music, tuner, picks, etc.

By 1:30, I wished for callouses on my fingers.

I sent a picture of my red-lined, string molded, throbbing fingers to Buddy.

The response?

“Poor you.”

Bastard.