i am a baker, artist, chocolatier, musician, gamer, mechanic, and much more. hobbies is what i do so i picked up the bass, i have been playing for quiet some time now and without sounding like a douche, im pretty damn good at it. at my work there is a neverending chain of new young girls coming in that want to learn the ropes of making delectable chocolate pieces. i do teach these eages ytoungsters but cant resist the "eye candy" that they provide. so i worked one late night with the fresh 18 yr old, which isn't out of the norm but afterwards i asked if she wanted to grab a drink, being Vegas there is a plethora of places to take her, but i slyly insist on my place, after all i do have a bar in my living room. now my house is rediculous with artifacts of things ive accomplished and can do, cuz ive decided i want to be cocky in this age of my life. so next to my bar i have my bass and drumset and such. first thing she notices is the beautiful cherrywood bass with a awesome pearled fretboard and a red chrome heading which i have worked so hard to create. she asks "do you play?" this is like asking Pablo pica-so if he paints. without saying a word i walk over to it pick it up, plug it in, kick it on and slowly play a lick from a song ive been playing for years. i quickly retune it and play this amazing bass lick that i have been working on for years. the tuning is so high it causes alot of tension on the bass itself. im strumming fast and i hear a crack followed by a whip from a metal string to my arm that warranted a trip to the emergency room. so not only did i destroy my baby of a bass but lost my chance with a young-in that i probably wont ever get back.