No Help Fall 2016

We can't hardly ever get no help, but sometimes we do.

I had already put up the guitar, my fingers hurting from not playing in too long but I decided to impress out nearly-neighbors I'd never met before at the Gear Head Inn. My call was, "Let's impress the neighbors who are here amongst us."

I got the stringed tin can back out and we nearly got some real help on this one. It was late. Quite some hours past dark thirty. There was no alcohol involved, of course. That's what we'll say at least.