My Guitar
CJ /// The Bishop's School /// La Jolla, California
Hi, my name is CJ, and my house is going to be destroyed by an alien. Figuratively. In a purely hypothetical situation, imagine that my house is going to be destroyed by an alien, and I need to choose one thing to bring with me- only one thing. I don't count living beings as things, because they're much more than that, so we're assuming all my family is safe here, and the only things left to take are material possessions.! The first thing I thought of is my guitar. I've had it since I was about 8-10, but I only started playing it around 12. I have, in my repertoire, the incredible skill known as, "I can play five chords in a mediocre manner." Still, it means a lot to me.
I went on a photo expedition around my neighborhood to find suitable locations to document the adventures of my lovely guitar. I regret that I couldn't take a full picture of the room that it is in, but the room it usually inhabits is currently so hideously untidy that if I were to take a photo of it, I would never live past the shame. Hopefully the other pictures will suffice.
