La Guitarra

I picked my first music instrument at the age of 5.
I barely remember it, I just remember my parents' stories.

It was a keyboard I used to play. I'd just bang on the keys, but after while I was playing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" among other classic hits.

From there I moved on to guitar.

I didn't try to learn guitar because all the "cool" kids were doing it or because it was an easy way to get laid.

There are easier ways to get laid. Like ecstasy and alcohol.

No, I did it because I've always wanted to master something other than my own domain.

Then comes around high school. I was starting to get really good. Getting into bands and playing my favorite songs was my dream.

I became obsessed.

I became obsessed with my talent.

I loved my child.

I loved my Gibson.

My teachers began to say that I had gotten too involved. That it would ruin my life to obsess over something as stupid as that. They said my education was more important.
Everyone but my Spanish teacher.

He actually encouraged me.
He taught me things that I never thought would be possible for me in this lifetime, even with practice.

All through college I kept learning from him.
Finally I went out into the real world.

I thought I was set. I learned everything I needed to know. I was going places. I was going to meet people and be somebody.

Now I'm at a desk job. I'm a lost soul drowned by millions of letters and symbols that run a mailing system for our company.

I lost my talent to society.

I can still try, but it's not the same.

Guitar is still an easy way to get laid.