My mother forced me to take piano lessons for 6 years and then I switched to Saxophone for 3, once I hit 10th grade I was able to quit that shit..
Piano lessons were at 7PM on Monday nights. My sister was first, and I was second, my dad had to drive us and it was about a 15 minute drive. We missed much of the first quarter of Monday Night Football which really pissed me and him off and if the Vikings were playing Monday Night it was fucking torture, it was usually more torture watching but I never practiced the Piano, somebody should of realized at the recitals that I was playing the same sheet of music at 12 years old as I was when I was 6, No improvement.
Liked the saxophone, lessons were taught by a hot college blonde with a nice rack, I practiced for her. Right there I knew I wasn't gay, didn't have to decide, I liked nice tits. Well I guess I knew I wasn't gay well before that cause I was a regular fan of the Price is Right. Still am
