A Lesson (Well-)Learned

I noticed something.

My hands really did used to look really good.

I knew it would get worse as time went on and I stopped playing the piano.

It's like being old and dead.  Up north, my hands hardened up.  I was kicked out of piano and voice at my original college.  It was the most pain I'd felt other than later my back writhing for like 1|2 hour.

I was also thinking ... well, you see the piano is what made me interesting.