I thank God I didn’t have Interwebs when I was growing up.
At the age of 14 I picked up a guitar and it instantly became one of the great loves of my life.
There were many summer nights I fell asleep with it in my arms only to be awakened by feedback from the amp and the scratchy sound of a needle that had reached the end of the record I was trying to learn.
I was one of those lucky devils (maybe not) who spent most of the 80’s with long hair, small waist and an axe to grind (heh) and was able to get most of the wild out of my soul before old age crept in.
I do find it funny that most of my metal-head/rocker friends have become quite Conservative in our old age despite the Hell-raising we engaged in!