A couple of years ago when I was 15 I lied about my age and got a weekend job at the local trap and skeet club loading clay pigeons into the slinging machine for people at a tournament to shoot the snot out of, with the proceeds I pimped a bottle of vodka for myself and a girl named Diane who I had it bad for plus this leather guitar strap. Diane and the vodka are both long gone but as far as I can tell, other than my own hide, this strap is around forty-eight years old and the one single thing that I have owned for the longest time.