{"id":1622,"date":"2021-04-25T12:08:09","date_gmt":"2021-04-25T16:08:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mmolenda.com\/blog\/?p=1622"},"modified":"2021-04-25T12:10:27","modified_gmt":"2021-04-25T16:10:27","slug":"goodbye-to-a-very-old-friend-my-drums","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mmolenda.com\/blog\/?p=1622","title":{"rendered":"Goodbye to a very old friend: my drums"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Man, oh, man. I have had these drums for 30+ years. I bought them at 17 years old. My Dad obtained a loan for them so that I could learn how to pay a loan off. He was teaching me responsibility. And I got my drums.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mean, I was destined to be a rock star…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fast forward many years and a few tries and bands later, I had to put my drums away because it’s not a bachelor pad anymore. I kept them for so long after thinking we might get a big house where I could set them up and be able to play. But now, as much as I love the drums, I don’t feel like I will be able to play like I want whenever we do get that house. So, I decided to sell them a couple of years ago to fund my gaming PC. They didn’t sell. Had one real shot and the buyer flaked on me. I don’t need to sell them for that purpose now, but I feel like I could sell them to somebody who will use them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here are some pictures of my drums with and without me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n