Autobiography...

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Sometime in the last passing January or February, I hurt my arm. My left arm; I mean I really hurt it bad. For a devout guitarist, my life had ended. Indeed for me, the next few months were the equivalent of contemplating my own mortality. Life up until that point was nothing but playing guitar. I loved it, I ate, I breathed it, and pretty much

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