Had the surgery last Weds. I really hope I can finally play my old Guild six string again, a sweet sounding Westerly made D4-NT dreadnought from the late '80s. Not to mention my little brother's phat blond Ibanez 12 string that he left to me.
All I can say is, 'Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be roofers and such.' The money was good but that shit'll wreck your shoulders, knees and back.
Oh well. Time for a shot of ye olde Tincture of Smaug, methinks.
