Yeah, I was going over to my friends house later in the evening to work on some murals in his basement. I was a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle high.. and I cleaned out the back of my car to make room for my canvases and other painting shit. WELL, it just so happened that my keyboard I've had for years, the musical variety, was in the backseat and we sat it on top of my car to make room..

You know what's going to happen right?

I brought armloads of stuff from the backseat inside the house but I guess I completely forgot about my baby on top of the car. Stoned or no, I am VERY absent-minded about things. Eventually I left the house and went down the road. Things were okay for awhile and then.. I hit a bump O_O and I heard this BOOM-CRUNCH. At first I thought it was painting gear dumping around in the backseat.. but no, I looked back and saw my demolished keyboard laying in the road.

It didn't hit anybody's car or anything, and I was considering leaving it there.. BUT I FUCKING COULDN'T! I turned around and picked her up off the road.

I loved the girl, we made beautiful music together.. I guess I can turn her into a piece of artwork somehow. I owe her that much.

Later Gators

BeelZabeth~