i got my guitar about, six years ago, i believe. la central was giving guitar lessons to all the boys at the church.. and it was being taught by the older boys. so.. in one week.. all the parents bought all the boys guitars… i think there was.. about.. 8 of us all together.. all with our shiny guitars.. and every saturday we had our guitar lesson.. i think.. at most.. we had.. 3 lessons.. i remember the first lesson.. we played until we couldn’t feel our fingertips any more. and.. second week.. we learned.. to strum. but i think that’s all i ever learned in the lessons..

afterwards… my guitar found a home in my closet. i’d take it out every once in awhile to play for church… but.. really i didn’t care much for it… i took it to korea.. which i regret.. and.. there.. is where it got most of it’s dents and dings… but.. even when i lead out song service for the church and other things.. i really didn’t know how to play it.. i mean, i knew chords. i knew how to tune.. but i don’t think i really sounded that good..

my first year of college though, when i moved out, i moved into a 2 room apartment with one phone line and no tv. now that i look back, i wonder why me and my roommate just didn’t buy a tv.. but.. it didn’t come to us at that point.. i did.. take my guitar.. so.. whenever.. i was bored.. or.. stressed.. i’d pick up my guitar.. and play something on it.. i think this is when i actually learned how to play. i think.. i must’ve played my guitar for hours every day.. cause there really wasn’t anything else to do…

i have a very unorthodox way of playing though.. and.. i think it’s because of my playing in the apartment.. i never had a pick.. so.. i never used one. i still don’t like using one now though i’m trying to practice with it…

most people name their guitars.. mine i guess is named genevieve.. though.. i never call it that. i don’t think i ever name anything i have.. my guitar is.. just.. my guitar. just like.. my jetta is my jetta. and my firebird was my firebird.. i remember i had a friend who used to make fun of me because of that.. cause i never called it a car.. it was jetta.. or a firebird.. anyways.. yah..

i tell myself i need a new guitar all the time.. the bridge is messed up.. and the strings go out of tune.. but.. yah.. i play my friends’ guitars or.. new guitars in stores.. but i like the sound that my guitar makes.. it’s not as shiny as it used to be. but it still relieves my stress. though it may be dented, bruised and busted.. i still like.. putting my arms around it, holding it to my body and making music with it.. i love it..

cause.. it’s my guitar…

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