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.