That's pretty extreme about the smoky bar thing, and of course I did the exact same thing, but also brought plastic cleaners bags for the cases to keep them from smelling like smoke. My bandmates used to avert their gaze and pretend I wasn't out of my f#cking mind.
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I had a friend who smoked, and he had the same amp as the one I gigged with. He took pity on me, and loaned me his amp to do shows because I didn't want mine to smell like smoke.
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About ten years ago, I was carrying a guitar down the stairs to my studio. I slipped and fell down the stairs. Instinctively, I held the guitar and case on top of myself as I went down so it wouldn't get damaged.
The guitar was in a hard, protective, padded case.
I was not.
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I have to carry some medical stuff around with me wherever I go. I'm a backpack kinda guy. Last year I decided I needed something more upscale than a nylon one, so I bought an awesome leather backpack. However, it's so nice, I can't bring myself to actually use it.
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I used to keep my cars under a car cover. Inside the garage.
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When I drove BMWs I didn't want to drive them in winter in the road salt. So I bought a Jeep to use in winter. But it was so brand-spanking-new I didn't want to drive it in winter, either. Snowy mornings were an emotional hell.
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I decided I needed a really great pocket knife for "everyday carry." As you can guess by now, it's far too handsome and well-crafted to actually carry around, so it lives in the backpack that's too nice to use.
The backpack that's too nice to use also contains a titanium key chain that's too nice to use, and a couple of pens that are also too nice to use.
Somehow, I manage to play my guitars, because I have to make a living. But I kinda wonder if I have a problem...