My dad is a- shall we say- interesting character. He still has the soul of a 20- some year old, and believes himself the drum player which he used to be. Of course, this is the Stones and AC/DC fan who grew up in a Christian family and whose parents played classical music religiously... so he was a full out rebel. As I get older, I realize how true this really is.
Well, my friend, lets call him "Tom", plays guitar, and after a snowball fight between me, dad and Tom, we got some hot chocolate and brought out the guitars . Somewhere between pelting me with snowballs and retelling his experience of getting "second-hand high" at his AC/DC concert when he was in college... Dad forgot he was a dinosaur.
If you ever drive alongside Cedar Lane and see a teen girl being pelted with snowballs by the side of the road by a man, don't worry, its just dad forgetting his age again, and me forgetting how horrible my aim is. Thank God i never got into softball.
Of course, now my Dad thinks that since Tom has fixed my guitar and proved that its playable, Dad has decided hes a hard rocker once more and cant stop talking about aspects of the guitar which no one in our family knows about. I can't wait until he attempts to play the thing himself. I'll get a video up here of the experience when it happens.
Only in my family
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