OK, I confess. Some of you are very very sweet. No--I mean it. Really. And I know you older ones feel I've gone completely bonkers. But I have this--this thing about this cheap little tart I've been spotted with all over town.
I've heard the talk--I've heard the whispers...

"Why THAT one? Isn't the pretty sunburst a better choice?"
"How can she play that thing? Isn't she embarrassed?"

But I don't care. I don't! And I am certain you just can't understand what I see in this ash & bolted-on, sticker-bedecked, sweat-laden $99.00 special ($109.00 w/tax). It's difficult to describe---it's loud, brazen and not at all subtle (wow, that's pretty redundant, huh?). But it stays in tune, it doesn't buzz like a kettle of bees despite its single coils, and did I mention that it's loud, brazen and not at all subtle?
I really do love you all. But right now, this little pile 'o' crap has stolen my heart.