Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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I wish I could strum...

Ok. Here's the deal. I have been trying to sell my guitar for a while. It's this pretty blue Fender Squier Strat, and it really isn't anything special. I bought it when I was still in high school and had every intention of giving it to my then-Canadian boyfriend. Except he cheated on me, I kept it, played terribly in a cover/punk band, and then I let it gather dust for the past 6 years.

Seriously. I can't play the damn guitar. I haven't touched it in forever. But now I have a buyer who is seriously interested in giving me 250 bucks for it and the amp, and now I'm sad. I don't want to see my pretty, blue electric guitar go. It's like I'm finally having to watch myself give up a dream.

I shouldn't be this upset. I don't even want to be in a band, and if I want to learn to play the guitar, I can play with Mick's actual stratocaster or borrow one of Willie's seven acoustic guitars.

Anyway, I can't afford to turn this down. I'll be making a profit on the thing, really, since I bought it through my high school for less than $200. A brand-new pack retails for $250, but with tax it's more like $300. I'm lucky to be getting what I am for it. Plus, I need to come up with a rent deposit. Selling my shit is really the only way.

I keep trying to tell myself: Tomorrow already came, and you didn't need it.

...But yesterday is still in that gig bag, and I lowered that bridge myself.

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Tags: a day in the life, mo money mo problems, moments in history, music, suck, woe
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