Some pills make me high, like the sound of music.
When Brian was little, his brother wanted a guitar. His father took his three sons to a music shop, where he bought the eldest his guitar; and then asked the other two sons if they also wanted a musical instrument, being even-handed. The middle brother emulated the eldest and asked for a guitar. Being very young, Brian looked at the biggest thing in the shop and asked for a piano. Kindly, his father said that he could have the piano, if he took lessons.
He took piano lessons from a chain-smoker, which prepared him for the numerous dark and foggy rehearsal rooms he would find himself in. He practiced occasionally, but messing about on the piano was more fun.
The guitars gathered dust and lost their strings.
