So to reward myself for the first round of boards I bought Guitar Hero II and all the other Guitar Heroes. I first played my cousin Abe's at Christmas a few years back and got hooked, ever since then whenever I was at Wal-Mart or Best Buy I would go and play the demo. Well with Sheri gone and boards done I had nothing to do but dedicate 16 hours a day to playing, so because of this and my wannabe a rockstar dreams motivating me, I got to be pretty good. Good enough that I decided to, with my wife, demonstrate my talent at a Stake talent night. So in the midst of "Sweet Child of Mine" as I was getting to wail mode, I pulled too hard on my wired controller and my PS2 took a 4 ft nose dive on the the gym "cultural hall's" wood floor. Sad thing was I didn't even get to perform Slash's solo, even sadder is that my ps2 would be ruined forever. I know it sounds stupid but I felt like a little piece of my heart was stolen from me that night. Food lost its taste and the sun did not shine. I seriously moped for like 3 weeks, it happened 5 days after I got GH3 and a second guitar. I'm totally over it now though. But sometimes, during the tranquil moments of the night as I drift between dreams and reality I feel the weight of my plastic Gibson SG draped over my shoulders, my top hap tipped low, my long curly bangs veiling my eyes and the crowd chanting my name with lighters ablaze. R.I.P. Patti Smith 2.
