I'm playing my guitar in the dark, right? Don't ask why, that's not the point to this story.
I'm pickin' away at those strings, the volume at moderate levels, just doing whatever.
Well, I finally turn the lights on, to go get on with the day, and I realize there's this cricket on my amp. He's just hanging there, upside down, just chillin' I guess. Right there on the grill, in front of the speaker. On my amp, my amp that has been kicking up a considerable quantity of volume.
I mean, sheesh. What a trip that must have been for that cricket eh?
I guess that's not that great of a story.
"What a day", I sigh. And serve myself more of that lifter, that elevator, that people-mover to wherever it is we like to go to to get away.
