fight or flight


cant take it….they’ll understand…no one could carry on under this pressure…the dust in my eyes…a sweatshop…the brutality…and I hate guitars – there! I said it! I hate ’em…their little gritty strings and shiny round parts and the cases! Don’t get me started on the cases….O! There’s the phone…should I answer it? They might smell the fear….

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