The Gonzo Wolf

A good night’s sleep and a healthy meal made all the difference. I’ve been up and running since before the sun with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. Just like the song says – that I haven’t played for you yet – “you can’t steal my fire.”

Only I can do that. Now, other people can piss on it from time to time, and it’ll make you think I’ve been preparing tons of asparagus, but I am the only person who controls my fire overall. If it gets out of hand or burns something or someone, I’m to blame. Mine. Me.

Here I am, scruffy af, in a rare morning selfie. This is my bestie, and she has no morning volume. I knew she was a screamer when I saw her on the rack across the Guitar Center. I wish I would’ve learned guitar while I was younger, but I don’t believe I could’ve appreciated it as much as I do now. Even without distortion, the sound is angelic. I have the best wife ever. No, the guitar isn’t my wife. I’d hate to get calluses on my you-know-what. It was my ani-birth-mas present.

Musically, I know the new song inside and out; no mistakes. I’ve even garnished it with a few frilly hammer-on’s. Now I have to memorize the lyrics.

I’m in no hurry. Gonna keep on keepin’ on.

I even felt well enough to play with scammers today!

It’s the little things.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. Here’s to better days.