I cut my thumb [the adventures of dish washing] it was large enough to considered stitches but in the end butterfly bandages are my friend. I don't give a shit about having a scar. I counted my blessings that I didn't have to take notes for class for another week, and that it wouldn't have any affect on my playing.
I was so grateful that it was my thumb and not my fingers, of all the possible injuries I could possibly end up with, it was something I could still play with [well maybe not that Carol Kaye thumb thing].
I was so grateful that it was my thumb and not my fingers, of all the possible injuries I could possibly end up with, it was something I could still play with [well maybe not that Carol Kaye thumb thing].
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