Met some crazy bitch on the way to this book store pseudo-Dad told me about. He wants me to get a job. Not exactly keen on the whole 'waste all my time pretending to care about some lame-ass job' thing, but money would be nice. Legitimate money, I mean. Cute book store, but kind of quirky. The owner's nice. Got an interview with her tomorrow.
So this crazy bitch. She's sitting outside the book store, plucking away. Her guitar was out of tune. I guess you probably couldn't tell if you didn't know pitch, but jesus, it was annoying. If you're going to sit outside a book store forcing your folk music on the passersby, at least take some fucking time to tune your guitar first. Properly.
There was this kid at the Starbucks yesterday who asked about my guitar. I bet that kid's the type who'd take the time to tune his guitar. I hope so. He's got a freakin' Hummingbird, he said. He'd better treat that thing like his firstborn.
Presuming he likes kids and he's not some infanticidal maniac, obviously.
So this crazy bitch. She's sitting outside the book store, plucking away. Her guitar was out of tune. I guess you probably couldn't tell if you didn't know pitch, but jesus, it was annoying. If you're going to sit outside a book store forcing your folk music on the passersby, at least take some fucking time to tune your guitar first. Properly.
There was this kid at the Starbucks yesterday who asked about my guitar. I bet that kid's the type who'd take the time to tune his guitar. I hope so. He's got a freakin' Hummingbird, he said. He'd better treat that thing like his firstborn.
Presuming he likes kids and he's not some infanticidal maniac, obviously.
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