Brendan

I once sang a song to a wandering minister as he passed by my modest hovel. He gave me the guitar off the back of his pack goat and told me to go forth into the world and make a name for myself. I failed. Miserably. I just couldn't play the guitar...try as I might my fingers were just not dexterous enough. i suppose it's due to the fact that my old master used to stomp on my hands with the heel of his boot, but such is my lot in life.