Grant, aka the Slim Picker

It was about the time I had started to figure out bass that I met one of my best friends, Grant. In highschool, I was auto mechanically inept. I thought it a good idea to sign up for auto tech in my final year of highschool. Much to my surprise, at least with my school, auto tech was like art class or home ec. The class was comprised 95% with the bottom feeders of high school. Not that I was judging, but most of those guys were suspended on a weekly basis and on their 2nd to 3rd term of the 10th grade. And I know for a fact, that several of those fellas are currently serving jail terms. Needless to say, it didn't help my auto intelligence, but it was a nice break from the real classes. And I can thank that class for me and Grant getting together. Albeit, Grant was in 10th grade and I was a senior, but we just sorta clicked (not in a gay sense, but not that there's anything wrong with that). Grant had been playing guitar for at least longer than me so we instantly had a common interest. I think he was the first musician I ever played something remotely resembling a song with. The first time he brought his out of brand cardboard guitar to my grandmas and I had my bass. I couldn't afford an amp yet so I played through this karoake machine I had gotten for Christmas years before. It was very distorted but served its purpose.
Anyways, Grant and I struck up our friendship then and would share in the musical journey for years to come, from the music to the drug-induced stupors, and from alcohol to just good ole pickin. I wanted to introduce him early as he will be mentioned more than occasionally.