Some punk loser rants on about life in general (not the MxPx album).
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Tuesday, September 02, 2003
“Don’t you know anything but NOFX, man?” Jay asked, a certain tone of nastiness in his voice.
“I do, but the guitar is out-of-tune. It makes me confused.” He began to try to tune it, becoming more and more frustrated as it wouldn’t work. Soon he was swearing at it. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Fucking piece of shit!” Seb threw the guitar as far as he could. It sailed through the air and smashed on the road.
“Fuck! Man, that’s my dad’s guitar!” Wil said, staring wide eyed at the remains being run over by a passing car. He looked like he was about to start bawling like a little kid.
“I don’t fucking care! I hate you anyway dude, I’m glad your guitar is fucked. I’m glad. I mean, it was fucking impossible to tune. Who owns a guitar that you can’t tune? Fucking moron.”
“YEAH?! YEAH?! WELL I CAN’T TUNE IT NOW, CAN I? God! It’s stuffed. He’s gonna be so pissed.”
