Floyd,
How did you know? Were you spying???
Yes, this is precisely what happened. Sadly, when I was 18 years old, my parents cruelly threw me out of the house, telling that I had to get a job or go to college.
All I had to my name was a Twin Vibrolux, a Telecaster, a Les Paul Copy, an acoustic, a pair of boots, two pairs of jeans, one shirt, and a jacked up yellow Mustang.
I had to make it on my own man. Out on the road. Just screaming down the blacktop.
Maybe we could write a song.
