YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

OH MY GOD. I FINALLY BEAT FREEBIRD ON EXPERT…

There is nausea. Happy nausea that comes from a body that is finally unwinding after seeing the failure screen a million buzillion times. The kind of nausea that says “you will pay for this in the morning.” The kind of nausea that says “Congratulations, can we die now?” My hand feels like it’s going to strangle me in my sleep for what I made it do to achieve this, but finally, OH THANK THE GODS, FINALLY… That song is actually done…

I have my battle-axe. Today, I sleep the sleep of the just. And the terminally, stupidly stubborn.

And it is time to say goodbye to my Gibson SG. I feel like someone just shot my dog. I don’t know, maybe the thing was already on its last legs, and ready to die, but stubbornly holding on for my sake. Immediately after finishing Freebird I tried playing with it again… and my whammy bar no longer works. I can still move it, but it no longer gathers star power or distorts the note. The timing is eerie. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was sheer will power and loyalty that kept the thing going, and now, it’s task done, it finally allowed itself to die.

It was a good guitar. I will miss it…