01-31-2013, 01:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2013, 01:22 PM by illcommandante. Edited 1 time in total.)
My ex has bailed my Taylor, out of the hockshop. I just walked in and they handed it over. The wound on my hand, where the She Bear bit me, is still festering, and I was worried about my licks. Playing a little, has already made my hand less swollen, and painful. I figured the opposite would happen. If you don't play something, run out and get yourself something to play. I showed my doctors my Parkinson's over and over, (For thirty years!!). They called it, "A life of alcohol abuse". When their court ordered drugs sent me into tremors, Dr. Sundin had drugs, for that, too. But, not the thyroid they knew I needed, and had my mother on. But, I just took on some harder material, and worked it through. Through the tremors. Through the drooling. Dr. Sundin is a stinker. I beat him with a guitar. Playing an instrument, might be good preventative medicine. Maybe even, drums?