The Epiphone served me well these past few years. I bothered many a neighbor, hit many a power chord, and broke many a string. The Ep was an essential part of Forty-Two, beginning as our only guitar and spending the rest of its days as our rhythm guitar(with the occasional blazing solo). I didn't really want to part with it, but sometimes you have to make smart financial decisions. And when you fail to make those smart financial decisions, you have to sell your guitar.
Thankfully, I still have my prized acoustic possession:
While it may not play as loud or sound as mean, the Masterbilt will get me through these hard times.
As soon as I can pay off these pesky medical bills I will start to focus on acquiring my next toy...
The Tele on Tom's lap...what were you thinking, perv?
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