Today I am thankful for all those hours I spent with my Peavy T-40 and my metronome.
Today, I learned that I really kick ass doing CPR. I probably shouldn't talk about it publicly out of respect for the other party.
Maybe all those hours of practice were intended to help me save someone some day. It doesn't seem like a waste of time now.
It makes sense that the old bass would be the final birthday present given to me by my paramedic step-father.
Perhaps I should leave him some cigarettes and a shot of vodka at his grave site as a token of thanks.
It makes sense that the old bass would be the final birthday present given to me by my paramedic step-father.
Perhaps I should leave him some cigarettes and a shot of vodka at his grave site as a token of thanks.
Love ya,
S.
S.