Broke a banjo string and was waiting on another pack to show up in the mailbox, but it was the 2nd so I could still practice my 3-finger roll, tuned in G, and just kept practicing that same ol’ open roll, over and over, singing in my head, “AIN’T NUTHIN’ BUT A G THANG, AIN’T NUTHIN’ BUT A G THANG” and then freestyling some sad verse about being lonesome as fuck walking the railroad tracks by the river. I got in about 139 minutes before I got bored. That’s two hours closer to my ten thousand goal.
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