You do not know anything about fear, unless you have a guitar in the middle of the night standing at the head of the bed.

The comments:
Maximka Zarajsky
Guitar is a fist one day my door fell, I flew up to the ceiling ahahah

Stanislav Miller
The door? the guitar?

by FIGNIA. Nearly a meter’s ride fell from the closet.The sound was like the morning gong of a Shaolin monastery.