Sometimes my life gets pretty weird. I mean this in a good way.

So far, nothing has gone as planned. After college, I got all high on Ayn Rand novels, and decided to go into business for myself. When I'm not working I go sailing.

Playing the classical guitar. It is the opposite of the kind of guitar playing that gets you laid. You sit with your back straight and your left foot up on a little stool and you concentrate very hard on playing something that is way, way more difficult than it looks, perfectly. And no matter how good you are at it the fact that your knee is raised up to the middle of your chest makes you look like a tool.

And then you get really pissed when some dude in a shitty band is getting laid because he's all comfortable on stage in front of people. Meanwhile you're stewing to yourself because you are SO MUCH BETTER at the fucking guitar than him, like A MILLION TIMES BETTER, you practice EVERY FUCKING DAY, and you groom your nails perfectly with this crazy sandpaper that you can only buy at one store in San Francisco, but it's the only thing that gets you that ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PERFECT tone. That guy doesn't do that shit. He puts his guitar down in front of his dick where he can't even really reach it and plays three chords, but he is soaking up all the goddamn pussy because you girls don't actually fucking care about the real quality of anything. You just want a loud guy who is the center of attention. Well fuck off. Three years from now he'll be bagging groceries. And he's going to cheat on you. Go fuck yourself.

Anyway. I'm really good at guitar.

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