Post No. 22

If you see yourself surrounded by guitars hanging on walls, amps staked high on each other and and people tapping their feet to music, no doubt your in a Guitar Center Music Store. I happily went to one yesterday to buy a new set of guitar strings. Seriously, one of my favorite places to be at. The first thing I do when I go to one is pick up a red Gibson SG with humbucker pickups, go plug it into a Marshall stack or a classic Fender amp and play the opening riff to the Switchfoot song "Stars". Sometimes I forget how loud I'm supposed to play, but then my dad or brother comes to remind me that I'm not the only obsessed guitar guy in the store.
My hope for a clearer weekend was demolished by this mornings loud thunder. As I write these words the rain is coming down like the final hit of a pinata, when all the candy pours out. I give that example because I've seen a few pinatas smashed lately. I forgot how fast kids are when they run for candy on the ground. Some of the more skilled and seasoned pinata hitting kids, grab the candy out of the air as it comes down. I applause their ambition for the prize of savory sugar.
The pictures below are of me, my brothers and my great uncle working on the roof supports for our project. It's finished now, but these where when we were about half way through completion.
Hard workers we are.