His guitar talent really caught on everywhere he went. The times we jammed at home just us and the guitar. I remember when his guitar broke. It was like a little part of him died. he mourned it but that didn't stop him, he still did what he did best.
I remember the trouble he used to get into. All the dumb shit we did in school, i was always called to get him out of trouble.
Like every story there is always girl. She was your cocaine. Something that kept you high and happy and something that kept you asleep at night. She helped you through a lot of hard times, the times when i wasn't there.
Every time you leave home i watch him walk down the road to the bus halt. His mind set on something, anything Guitar on his back hes ready to take on the world. The Lone Guitarist.
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haha
wonder who this one is about :P
pic actually looks alot like ME!
hahaha
thanks dude...
this is just what I needed
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Nice note on the dumb clot we all call a friend :D Long live the lone guitarist...
that's a really sweet piece of writing!
is this about imaad? i like the paragraph about cocaine(compared to a girl)
yeah it is imaad...
who's t?
OMG i really like this one like alot...i mean its kind of like modern i guess? i mean i might not have any idea what i'm talking about but i think its like realwly spectacular and whatnot.
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