MZ on Being a Pickless Wonder

Life is smaller without a pick. I look at my guitar. I want to play it, but I can't. No pick. Instead of playing the guitar, I spend the next ten minutes looking around my room for my missing pick. No luck. Sure, I could play the guitar without, but I just don't like the sound, and plus I get a blister on my thumb after the third song. And that hurts like hell. Without a pick, my muse turns into an unexorcized demon, and I turn into a silenced pickless wonder.  

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