I'm a forty year old moron, who still feels like a kid about to get in trouble for the next breath I take. It's unfortunate, but from time to time I find myself strapped for cash. (Usually when in between jobs, waiting to hear from my next potential employer.) But alas, my phone isn't ringing. Not from a lack of mediocre half wits wanting to impress me with the $2.13 plus tips they can offer me, but because I'm an idiot brilliant musician who was so busy composing my next million selling song that I forgot to pay my phone bill. Well, I need the phone, to get the job, to pay the bills until Nashville gets right in the head and decides to sign me. Then I'll have the million seller. Then I still won't care about the phone bill. Then someone else will take care of it for me. But until that day, the guys at Piedmont Pawn are the ONLY cats in Atlanta I trust to put my Fender to bed at night when I'm slaving away for $2.13 plus tips, forgetting the phone bill, but saving to pay the "babysitter", because NOW I have that million seller and I'm ready to play it for you. Thanks guys, for always being there for me when I need you, and for not being judgmental when I have to bring you my baby to hold for 30days. I think I just found my muse!
Pros: They love my baby when I'm gone.
Cons: They charge me interest... but, duh....