So many guitars.

My brother, having decided that he rather likes guitars, decided to take it upon himself to build his own.  And damn, he’s getting good at it.  He just came home with his third one, a purpleheart-encrusted thing of beauty.  I wish I was that cool.

At the very least, I can look that cool, since I happen to have his second one in my possession: a beautiful bass guitar that matches his fist lead guitar.  And it looks awesome.  And I do, by association.  Rock.