It's been about 18 years since I first picked up the guitar and decided that I'll learn how to use it. I had no ear for tone, rhythm or anything else that might have been useful but I had that spark, that seed of motivation, that false belief that by training like hell, I might make an impression on girls someday.
Don't know how that girl part worked out but the instrument itself has grown into me. It's become a body part and no matter how happy or sad I might be, this feisty little Fender (that didn't cost me a dime) is always there to make it better.
Week 2: Part of me
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