
I couldn't help it but I am being confused. You see I was a very dedicated guitar aficionado once (actually it was almost 10 years ago), and I thought nothing can separate me from this finger-achin' hobby. I remembered sleeping with my guitar; eating with it; oh, we even had those moments prancing around in local gigs together screaming till my lungs ache as if there was no tomorrow; the occassional dates; those candlelit parties; and how I remembered hanging "her" gently to sleep (I think the "hanging" word is rude, how about laying?) each night. Yes, it was too good to be a great relationship - me and my guitar - and we were inseparable.
Or so I thought of that time.
Then 1997 came.
...silly
I never thought
a choice could be
too difficult as this!
Or so I was thinking that time.

8 years passed. Where's my guitar? Oh, I remember how it rot hanging on the wall. That poor soul fell a year later. And the thud sound still ringing in my ears, had I have nightmares of it, I can't remember. Sorry chap, I'm better off with this PC of mine. Intel Pentium 2.4 Ghz, 80 gig storage, Nvidia Geforce Video, 5.1 channel speakers and soundcard with subwoofer system, cool black case, and that smooth Samsung monitor - Ahhh, this is life. I can still play the Clapton songs and that Little Wing favorite. And the change? Look Ma! No hands!
Better of with the guitar. But lately, I saw that great blue green fretter on display in a downtown store. What the *%&@! This is it! I gotta buy that!
And so goes the story. I may be torn by these two loves of mine, but hey, any which way - my fingers still hurt!!!
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