Steve Dude Barr
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Ok so, it's a Wednesday night at 11:30 pm and I finally got around to unpacking a trade-in that came in from Jason so I can shoot it in the morning and get it sold off. Mind you this is on an evening where I've discovered my bottle (jug) of Crown Royal empty with no backup in place so I had to settle for the good Captain instead....and we all know what that means....so I look at this huge box (easliy in the OS2 range) and think...hmm why such a big box for a short scale bass? So, I decided I better unpack it...been here like a week now.
I crack it open to find a huge box filled to the brim with a mixture of peanuts and paper shredder fodder. I stick my hand down into it and root around for this little bass down in there somewhere and find it and start to pull it up slowly as to keep as many peanuts and confetti in the box and not all over my floor right?
Uh uh...he's got the gig bag wrapped in the big bubble bubble wrap and the paper shredder fodder mixed with the peanuts is coming right up with the gig bag 1 for 1. No way that this puppy's gonna slide out without fully pulling out all this poop and getting it all over the floor for later cleanup.
I go pour a fresh Captain and ponder the situation and consider my options.
Mind you that these are not the pink non-static peanuts or the edible corn starch ones either. These are the dreaded white "s" shaped peanuts and it's dry as a bone out here in the desert and I'm getting zapped at every turn out here right now anytime I touch anything that even looks like metal...you know what that means right?? About a week of finding peanuts on the back of my pants or other assorted places.
I decide...ok, just gotta do it and get it over with.....
I'm gonna getchya boy!!
I crack it open to find a huge box filled to the brim with a mixture of peanuts and paper shredder fodder. I stick my hand down into it and root around for this little bass down in there somewhere and find it and start to pull it up slowly as to keep as many peanuts and confetti in the box and not all over my floor right?
Uh uh...he's got the gig bag wrapped in the big bubble bubble wrap and the paper shredder fodder mixed with the peanuts is coming right up with the gig bag 1 for 1. No way that this puppy's gonna slide out without fully pulling out all this poop and getting it all over the floor for later cleanup.
I go pour a fresh Captain and ponder the situation and consider my options.
Mind you that these are not the pink non-static peanuts or the edible corn starch ones either. These are the dreaded white "s" shaped peanuts and it's dry as a bone out here in the desert and I'm getting zapped at every turn out here right now anytime I touch anything that even looks like metal...you know what that means right?? About a week of finding peanuts on the back of my pants or other assorted places.
I decide...ok, just gotta do it and get it over with.....
I'm gonna getchya boy!!