I spent the day hanging downtown with my brother Mikey, and we did one of my (our?) favourite things – hit a guitar shop and kill a whole ton of time lost in their products.

I love walking in to the acoustic room and picking up one gorgeous guitar after another and just playing myself off into space. It’s so great to be in a place like that, so perfectly attuned to the sound of a guitar.

What kept surprising me was all the times I’d look up and catch suddenly bashful people watching me through the windows. I mean, what’s the deal? They couldn’t hear a note from there… so now I’m worried that I’m beginning to look very socially awkward…

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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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