All your bass are belong to us.
Last night Mike and I were moving some more stuff of his. The only thing that’s really left at his mom’s place is his longboard. The rest is going to be donated, or thrown away. While we were there I picked up his bass guitar and started fiddling with it. I think it would be cool to learn bass. I spent some time cleaning it, and trying to tune it, which Mike finished because he can do it in about 2 minutes. No matter, one can’t expect to be good at anything without putting forth effort. So here goes, I’m going to learn to play the bass.