i started playing when i was about 11. my friend got a harmoney form sears and was taking lessons. he taught me how to play polly smells like teen spirt and sweet dreams. then he got a bass and said he wanted to start a band so i tried bass. another friend let me borrow his drum set when i was 12 but i never got good at it. when i was 13 my parents got divorced and my dad tried to bribe me to live with him. he asked me what i wanted for my birthday and i said "i Wanna Rock" (just kidding) he bought me a crown classical for $65 at the local pawnshop (not a very good guitar and i still have it but the tiop came all the way unglued and is only being held on by the fret board.) thats when i really got serious about playing and i carried that guitar every where till i got put on the ankle bracelet (they do sometimes care about that curfew thing) then my grandpa gave me a 60 something coral hornet and i used my stero as an amp till i got locked up (when i was 14 and just so every one knows smoking weed on probation is never a good idea). and the rest is pretty much history till now. about 4 years ago now my best friend started smoking meth and lost his mind (thats when i quit practicing everyday cause my friend was a very good guitar player/singer). and now i am here.