Above my door frame as you enter my room is a broken drum stick that reminds me of the band I used to be in until we broke up. Under the light switch is the paper liner of a package of guitar strings, Ernie Ball, Beefy Slinky gauge, and underneath that is part of a Rockin' Rudy's bag I cut out after I visited the store in March. Next to these items are two posters to remind me of my punk rock phase, Green Day and Weezer. Next to that is the poster of a concert that took place in Billings two winters ago, Frostbite, and under that is the 2005 poster for the annual Magic City Blues Fest in Billings. Over my closet door is yet another broken drum stick and on the next space of wall is more posters and memorabilia. First is the poster I got when I saw the Who in Salt Lake City, ten bucks, under that is a poster for a concert I went to in high school, it was fundraiser for the speech and debate team featuring a Irish punk band from Oregon called Amadan which means idiot in Celtic. Then there is my annual Christmas gift from my Grandfather, a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit calendar, surrounded by the 2004 and 2003 Magic City Blues Posters. Now on the East wall I see a pin up girl with a yarn wool hat super glued on her head, a goofy gift from my Aunt two years ago, another Magic City Blues poster this one from 2006, a psychedelic Jimi Hendrix poster, a poster featuring the main piano chords and a Frisbee, a white board featuring song lyrics containing the word "high", and another liner of Ernie Ball strings, this one acoustic, hanging from the curtain rod are four stuffed boys from South Park I got out of a claw machine in New Jersey, Stan, Kyle, Eric, and Kenny.
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