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I really just wanna play guitar. That's all I've thought since I was 14 when I finally got my first electric as a birthday gift from my father. A dinky Ibanez Gio. I still have it actually and keep it at my job for downtime practice.

Any and all extracurricular activities in my upbringing never quite received the same attention as guitar playing. Sports, karate, after school clubs? Hah. The interested died out quick.

It's actually pretty difficult for me to stay interested in something for more than a couple days, maybe even a few weeks. My attention span is that of a walnut and that's just the way I've always been. The only constants in my life were and to this day remain music and playing guitar. Not sure why I'm programmed this way and I'm fairly confident I could be properly diagnosed with ADD, but I'm actually quite happy living this way. It helps me to not waste anyone's time, and more importantly, mine.

My fingers have studied the fret board for a decade and a half. The muscle memory blindly leads them into patterns that feel comfortable and familiar to me. It's kinda difficult for me to comprehend how these patterns may seem warped and impossible to other non players. It just feels like home to me. No better sense of accomplishment than finally nailing down a lick or technique that hours, days, even weeks were invested into learning. Repetition is fucking boring but nailing it is sexy.

A guitar simply means a form of expression to me. Whatever kind of day I had, be it awful or amazing, I can come home and reflect on that day through the instrument. Any hairy situation I may randomly find myself in, all I can think about is that I can't wait to play again and get noisy.