I used to be obsessed with Legos. I collected 'em. I'd build cities and lay right in the middle and wage wars. I remember one time my mom had some friends over and they brought their son to play with me.
He ran in to my room and proceeded to devastate everything I had built. A 9 year old tornado in downtown Legoville. I screamed at him. I couldn't believe that he'd destroyed everything I'd worked so hard to create.
Needless to say, I spent a week grounded.
I'd like to think, 20 years later, that I'm not selfish, not that possessive anymore, but about an hour ago, my wife had her family over, and my young brother in law (who's just getting into guitar) stormed my music room
and descended upon my freshly setup pedalboard like a ravenous wolf. I was mortified. I felt those familiar feelings welling up inside me again.
Then I took a step back and looked at it from another angle.
I was the same. I am the same. Legos and pedals are the same.
They're both small multi colored blocks.
I had/have to convince my mom/wife that I NEED this one to complete my collection.
I've spent hours using my imagination to build and destroy entire worlds.
And goddamn...those chrome ones!!!












