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I used to be skeptic about everything...
Until this happened.
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My day started off as the usual, me playing my drum kit. Then, out of nowhere, my snare drum broke. I was like "God fucking shit!" I was so furious, that I took a shit in rage. I told my mother, who was fucking some dude in the ass, if I could go to Guitar Center. She hesitated, at first, but she said with a sneer "You have a car! You have a fucking job! Go do it yourself, you failed abortion!" And I was twelve at the time.
So, waking up my drunk father, I asked him to take me to Guitar Center. He said no, and he was hungover from drinking to much. So, I had to take 40 mile walk to guitar center. As I got inside the store, the air blew into my face. I was so relieved that I was there. I went to the drum section, but I fucked around with the other stuff (guitars, basses, keyboards, microphones, the D.J equipment, and the sound area.) I went into the drums and I asked this friendly, but pedophilish, staff.
I asked the cuddly pedobear "Do you have any Pearl Snares?" With every breath he took to mutter out some words, he said "No... sorry... But you can look at the other drum kits, and see if you like those snares!" I was so pissed off, that I kicked the person in the shin. I screamed at him "RIP OFF ARTIST!" And ran out of the store, and into a different Guitar Center.
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