2005-05-22 - 1:32 p.m.
I never realized the sentimental attachment I had to my crappy old accoustic guitar until last night when I put a hole through it using Joe's drumstick. In the past I've treated the sticker-laden Gibson Epiphone like a second hand piece of crap (wich it is) but now I feel like I've disrespected an old friend. Revoloutionary Hamburger was the last song of our set at the Whistle Stop book store and I got a little too carried away at the end when we noised out the song. Second hand piece of crap it may be, but it's served me well, and now I'm sorry. Other than that, we had a good time. The kids out there have a good thing going on.
