..I was born in pieces and my parents had to put me together like a Mr. Potato Head. I think they did alright but I've had a few complaints from friends and girlfriends about the way I walk. Its too late to change parts now because unlike Mr. Potato Head, parts don't just come off and move around. Plus, my parents threw away the extra noses and ears 20 years ago.
I want to be a dick now so I am doing this paragraph in red. Plus, it makes me cool like all the other people on this website (myself included). So this paragraph will be about how I started playing guitar. I was on a trip to Canada with my family when we stopped off to get gas somewhere in Missourri. I went inside to get a drink and some creepy old guy was sitting there with a guitar and he was playing the most awesome G chord I'd ever heard and I decided that I had to start playing guitar. I couldn't wait until we got home to buy my first guitar so when we got to Canada I cut down a tree and started making my own acoustic guitar. I didn't sleep at all that week and hardly stopped working on my guitar to eat. I finished the body and neck 2 days before we left and then I had to figure out where to get some strings or what to make some strings out of. Eventually we found a music store and I bought some nice strings and then I finally got to play. I didn't stop playing until 3 months after we got home from our trip. The skin on my fingers was completely gone and I was playing with bone. I had to stop. I went to the hospital and they got me bandaged up and then it was another month of healing before I could do it all over again.
