Crash, Play, and then impress a Turkish foriegn exchange student.

Friday night, and I had to practice my guitar and a few songs. strapped with two guitars and a backpack riding home on a long board Isn’t something I’d recommend. Falling wasn’t a big deal. I jabbed my hand straight into the ground, exactly where I had bruised my skin a week ago falling, as if to say, “Buddy, I was meant to bleed. "  I was more concerned with the guitar that I carried in my soft case. I didn't really care for the guitar itself, I needed a new one and I was already prospecting around for a new one. It had seen its last days. She made in that moment a very unpleasant sound, and I knew, I may just end up buying a new guitar sooner than I thought. Luckily, it was fine. I left the guitar where it was, right outside about ten feet from the dorm entrance. If anyone stole it they’d be doing me a favor. I went to address my wound.

As exciting as this of this sounds, when I came out I found someone playing the guitar I had left behind, which was absolutely fine with me. I sat and listened for a while. I heard nothing special, but nonetheless, it was interesting to watch someone else play. He asked me to play and he said, with a heavy accent, “my guitar wasn’t as good as this one "  He was a foreign exchange student and didn't want to take along his guitar for the plane ride. I played for a while and nothing that required any real skill, but he asked me if I’d play a song for him that he wanted to look up on his computer. I said yes, and ended up playing a very simple chord progression to some Turkish song(it almost sounded like a (nursery rhyme). I didn’t mind.

He seemed blown out of the water. He loved it. He liked it so much, he went inside to get his camera and record it. We hung around for a while until he had recorded the song and loaded it onto his laptop. After that it was time to go. The wound on the edge of my palm was beginning to bleed through the edges of the band aide. It was time for a new band aid.