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the day he was born he was cast off into the trees of the mental asylum no one wanted that poor little raccoon until one day a doctor came a long and bagged him up and threw him out into the freeway. he ran and ran away from the monsterous cars that wanted to crush him, until he reached a blue house witch was so big and filled with so many nice expensive looking things, he could hardly contain him self. raccoon started playing with shiny rocks he found in a big black box, until a woman started screaming "you son of a bitch trying to steal my diamonds are you"
he fled the house in horror and scurried up a tree. weeks passed he did not come down off that tree until a creepy old man set it on fire.

raccoon had no one every body always yelled at him.
but one day raccoon found a guitar and learned how to play

once he started playing, people would tell him to continue because his music was so beautiful.
but one day he disappeared. and no one ever seen him again.....until now.

I like

music,art....
all the arts

I listen

buckethead.
paul gilbert
slash
joe satriani

I watch

youtube

I play

guitar

I read

kevin and kell