[Helm]

you'll play akward one-man cover songs of music your dad listens to, and he's going to think you're a failure (and you suck) and you're going to entertain delusions of a singer-songwriter career in your bed, at night, when everybody's sleeping. You're going to use it to (attempt to) get chicks a lot, and you're going to strum it so much, so fucking much. You're never gonna restring it, or bother to clean up the electronics or anything. But it's going to sit there generally, never a dissaproving word about your overal inadequacy as a human being.