DISCLAIMER:
Damn you people. Ever read that E. E. Cummings poem about how the author parallels an erotic experience with driving his new car? Anyway, the post below is a blatant rip-off of that piece. Not much more. By posting my thoughts, dreams, fantasies, experiences, etc. in such an open forum I would expect a certain amount of trust and prudence from anyone who reads them. If you violate that trust by assuming things, you have created a volatile situation out of a benign "journal." What I post here is not a court log. I lie. I dream. I babble. I live, but this is not life.

In closing, I did not fuck my guitar.