It’s been a few days but my mind is still reeling. I recently came home from a tour with a band that I play guitar in. Not a band that I expect anyone to have heard of, in fact most people probably don’t realize the sheer number of bands that make a meager living touring dive bars with little to no name recognition. The band is of the garage-rock variety and I play lots of “flashy” leads. I’m in my late twenties and feel like I should be in better shape than I am but the cardio from playing shows often and the landscaping work that I do when I’m not on the road keep me fairly fit and any self-consciousness I have about my face is hidden behind a fairly trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair.