harden raze my flesh didn't fall away and grow back stronger when i started playing guitar. nothing happened the way it was supposed to. maybe it was because i never figured out what to do with my fingers. i used my thumb as a stamp to signal my intentions. there was a subtle strengthening of the skin. that was all. it's been so long now since i've touched anything with strings and frets. that shield has been shed. atrophied like any muscle not made to work for its wages. on_the_other_hand, two small scars have seen fit to form in the places i've broken thousands of walnut halves into smaller pieces to feed my friends. what looks like dirt is really a reminder of what's keeping me alive. and maybe that's as it should be. 240201 what's it to you? who go blather from