Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 13, 2008 21:10:33 GMT -4
Entry #1
So I somehow got talked into playing guitar at Thanksgiving dinner. Which I didn't reeeeeeally mind, except that my aunts and uncles kept asking for songs I've NEVER heard of. I mean, I am pretty privy to the world of music, even super old music, but I really didn't know half of the crap they wanted.
ANYWAY. Not the point.
One of my strings snapped on me [not the first time it's ever happened], and totally sliced my hand open. I got blood on grandma Rogers, I kid you not. Splattered on the carpet, too. I think she was about to faint. Dad had to drive me to the emergency room, I had this towel wrapped around it, it was all soaked with blood, totally effing gross.
And now I have a couple of stitches, and some neat bandages. Lucy, you gotta see this thing, it's awesome.
Apparently I'm lucky that it was just a shallow bleeder, and I don't have nerve damage. That would be total balls.
So I somehow got talked into playing guitar at Thanksgiving dinner. Which I didn't reeeeeeally mind, except that my aunts and uncles kept asking for songs I've NEVER heard of. I mean, I am pretty privy to the world of music, even super old music, but I really didn't know half of the crap they wanted.
ANYWAY. Not the point.
One of my strings snapped on me [not the first time it's ever happened], and totally sliced my hand open. I got blood on grandma Rogers, I kid you not. Splattered on the carpet, too. I think she was about to faint. Dad had to drive me to the emergency room, I had this towel wrapped around it, it was all soaked with blood, totally effing gross.
And now I have a couple of stitches, and some neat bandages. Lucy, you gotta see this thing, it's awesome.
Apparently I'm lucky that it was just a shallow bleeder, and I don't have nerve damage. That would be total balls.
