So there I am, sitting on my sofa watching the latest episode of Greys Anatomy I DVR'd (it was a good one!) and break out the new strings I bought for my vintage '65 Les Paul recording model (prized possession). Now, for my clumsy self, it is not uncommon to poke myself in the fingers with string ends... it feels similar to poking yourself with a needle, nothing too painful really since I'm pretty manly and shit like that doesn't bother me. Then, while distracted by a super manly episode of Greys Anatomy, I went to swing one of the strings down around to run it through the peg then WACK!!!!! SHITFUCKDAMNSONOFABITCHFUCKMYLIFE!!!! I poked myself in the eye with a needle-like string. I set my guitar down and commenced my manly display of running around cursing like a sailor through angry tight lips.
Then I broke a lamp after slamming my knee into an end table. The crashing sound sent my roommate running into the room for what I was expecting to be an outpoor of love and nurturing in this time of need. NOPE. He just said "Bro, sack up, quit whining, and vacuum that shit up, pussy."
This is how I live. Everyday. Gotta come correct when you walk through my front door.
Here's an image. Have a better day than me.
Thunderstorms ravage this scene during a beautiful sunset over Glacier Park's Mount Reynolds and Mount Oberlin.