He packed me up, payed me off and we headed to my new home. Naturally, the kid, who's name I learned is Ramon, took me out and started playing with me right away. I was a little disappointed, but not surprised, at what a shitty little rat-hole my new home was. And boy, Ramon was a slob. Clothes and papers and old food everywhere.
Some artists are like that.
The first few weeks were great. Ramon played with me a couple of hours every day. He still definitely sucked, and was a pretty slow learner, but we had fun anyway. His fingers were fairly strong and that helped a little. He had this big list of chords he had printed up from the Internet, and a bunch of chords for songs he liked.