Drumming inside my skull
Written @ 10:29 p.m. on May 04, 2005
My little brother had his first drum lesson this afternoon. His teacher is very, very nice. He plays in a rock band, and is around my mom's age. He's a real cutie, too. For an older man. Too bad he's married, or I could hook my Mom up.
But my brother is now drumming. According to his teacher, the youngin' is the best beginner he's taught. The instructor kept asking if he was sure he'd never played the drums. He was very impressed. I was so proud. He did a fantastic job.
Then he got in the car with this little practice pad and decided to play it. So, finally half an hour later I just couldn't take it anymore. Lil' brother, I said, please stop drumming or I'll be forced to throw your drumsticks out the window. All was good till he got home and started drumming on everything imaginable. Please, Just Make. It. Stop. Repetitive noises drive me so incredibly insane I just can't even tell you. *Twitch*. Here's to untold years worth of drum practice to come.
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