my little brother, matt, just got a trumpet.
holy jealousy. i want a trumpet.
he's going to play in the junior high band.
i'm kinda glad that i moved out, though,
because seeing as i was in the room next to his,
practicing all day/night would've driven me nuts.
good luck with the trumpet, matt.
you'll pass up louis armstrong someday.
(by the way, that was my grandpa's old trumpet. even cooler.)