A little part of 15-year-old Shane died yesterday.
I’ve been slowly clearing out the garage of all the old stuff that’s built up over the last few decades, figuring out what can get tossed and what can’t.
One thing that I decided to dump were my old, very cheap, very warped drums.
But, drum shells are made of wood so I figured I’d burn them in the fire.
So, burn them I did. And up in flames went the dreams of 15-year-old Shane who was too lazy to learn how to play them!
Don’t do drums, kids!
Oh, and in case you were wondering: Drum shells burn like a MOTHER.