I definitely didn't shoot no deputy.

Proper confession? I was assuredly headed the wrong way with drink till I was about 25. Fixed that problem, but only in the nick of time.

Cheers - C

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I can relate, and I admit that I miss it, the feeling and all.

Glad I got rid of those people, though. My mom only found out months later when she ran into one of the kid's mom in the store and she said "(Name of kid whose house we were always at) is a terrible influence, always unsupervised, and can get whatever he wants."

(something to that effect. I couldn't understand what my mom was saying because she was angry)

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

I also own a pair of red skinny jeans.

I have seen Paramore live.

My red skinny jeans are slightly too long for me.

I'm quite proud of my calves.

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Rated "M" for meaty.

I don't practice enough.

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...I for one, sure would appreciate the return of intelligent conversation, spirit of assistance and the simple yet effective ignoring of those who can't seem to hang with that...
Best regards,
rob

I'm only truly happy when I'm live on stage.

I own multiple pairs. I had I pair and dark acid blue that were skin tight. In fact, I think I still have them. Maybe I can sqeeze into em, I dono.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

My passion for cooking far outweighs my passion for playing guitar. I've been doing it longer than I can remember, and it started out with my mom showing me how to cook basic breakfast foods so I wouldn't be hungry when she was working late or left too early to cook in the morning. Now I've kind of got specialties. Now I'm sort of a breakfast king, making tons of that food you'd find in an old school diner, mixed with the southern flare my mom and grandma have started teaching me.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

I'm 250. No shame here.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

I'm never happy with my songs for more than a few weeks, no matter how much my teacher likes them.


My guitars are nasty as s*** because I never clean them.


I once sold a freshman a gram of oregano for $20 (what's known as a "dub", $20 for a gram) because he believed it was weed.


Though I like to think that last one was his fault because he was stupid enough to believe it.

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Former user Floyd_The_Barber.

I confess I occasionally wander over to the dark side and listen to Country Music..I cant help it I like Zac Brown Band..
On a side note I never EVER liked Bruce Springsteen even though there is a rule you are supposed to..

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Mona
"Music is What Feelings Sound like"

I confess I always 'do it' on Sunday.

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2012 Lefty American Standard Jazz
2017 Lefty American Professional Precision
2018 Rumble Studio 40 Combo
2016 Rumble 200 Combo
One day they shall name a GREAT city after me, and they shall call it LINNINGRAD

I also prey on stupid people from time to time, Floyd. The placebo effect really works to your advantage, though

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

I confess that of all the subjects under the sun and moon to choose from, random confessions from guitar players is the one that could not have been expected, IMHO.

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you can save the world with your guitar one love song at a time it's just better, more fun, easier with a fender solid body electric guitar or electric bass guitar.

I've never seen all of Pulp Fiction. I got about half into it, then I had to leave and go about other business. I plan on watching it next weekend if I'm not busy.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

I used to be a relentless bully to this one kid when I was younger. He had no parents (mom didn't want him and dad was in prison), and stayed with abusive grandparents. That made him strange to me, which made him a target to be bullied.

So we'd hurt him and make our little boy selves feel better in doing so (I was in a little posse of 3).

He only ever wanted a friend, and I couldn't see that. Now I look back and could almost cry thinking about how I treated the poor kid. He's an addict now, and has been to jail. Maybe if I showed him other parts to life, he'd be a different person today.

Kids are evil little things.