You know you go from whinny bitch ina wreck, oh everybody help me and pray for me(which I did), to this little nasty talking puissant you show now. Man up mother fukker, take hold of your own life, don't cry to the whole world, "whaaa I'll never play guitar again, and I'm addicted to painkillers"
Your what you've always been.
Making a living playing music, so are probably most of the homeless musicians in NYC.
Wasting my time on here? I'm rarely on here, while you run the continuous thread, about your little happy punk azz.
You've never won, check out the house you live in, or even the mirror.
I don't need u to tell me I can play or can't, but I notice that's the avenue you take, must be insecure with yoiur own abilities.
Hold still, creampuff, and let me get the hook out of your mouth, and toss u back into that cesspool you live in, I've bigger fish to fry.
Phuk with the bull and you get the horn. ( Even tho your little smiley suit and tie ass, probably likes the horn, don't you bitch)
Truth hurts mofo, I don't have to talk about your playing, your picture and your past actions give me plenty of fodder.
Now keep it up and I'll show u how nasty I can get, boy/girl, whichever u are.
It's a good day to die