xcleroy

I have cleansed and avenged you, sweet, cherry red Ibanez. I don't really know if you were taken to the sanctuary when you were kidnapped, but I kept my word. I learned Mother. I played Mother. All is as it should be. Right with the world. Y'know, assuming you ignore all the stuff that is wrong with the world.

But, I digress. You, pretty guitar, are back. Welcome.