Happiness is a New Set of Strings

The "A" string on my guitar snapped a couple of weeks ago, and I didn't have the money to replace it. For those who don't know me that well, going two whole weeks without playing my guitar is close to torture. Over the last couple of years, I've come to depend on my guitar for an escape from stress, an outlet for pent-up emotion... and of course, picking up chicks. (haha kidding) But it's there for me when I have nowhere else to turn for peace of mind.

So maybe you can understand how upset I was that my strings followed my example by going broke. (I know, I'm hilarious.)

Anyway, I opened a letter from my family today, and inside was the most beautiful twenty dollar bill I had seen in my life. I went straight for the music store after work and bought the highest-quality strings they had. And let me tell you, the sound they make is so crisp and clear, it's like a golden spark of life has returned to the dead wood of the guitar. Which totally sounds cheesy, but that's how I felt.

Happiness is a new set of strings.

--->Update: I just played for over four hours straight and my fingers hurt so good :)