This keyboard belongs to the guy who would walk into a party, point at someone he’d never met and say, “Five biggest musical influences. GO.” Then he would argue with them that they were wrong about every artist or band they named – unless they happened to include Dream Theater on their list. Because *that* happens.
This guitar pedal belongs to the guy who red-faced screamed at everyone at the open mic night for not coming inside to listen to his cover of Nine Inch Nails “Hurt”, and then yelled, “You know what?! Fuck you, losers!” as he skidded his scooter’s tires off the sidewalk and rode away.
This guitar belongs to the unemployed guy who dropped me off at work in MY car, and after I got out and walked into work, honked the horn until I came back out and said, “Uhh, hello? I’m gonna need like ten bucks for gas, babe?”