An important lesson

Lesson of the day: If you're in possession of an expensive and semi-rare trumpet, the model of which is no longer made because the dude who made it is dead, and your main tuning slide is stuck because you haven't played this trumpet in over two years (practically three years, actually, but who's counting?), you should probably either A) wait until you're back in friendlier and more familiar territory (i.e. home) to get it fixed, or B) not tell your dad that you took it in to the local music shop and left it there overnight with no prior knowledge of the shop itself aside from what you've read on the town wiki, because he will probably be a little annoyed and/or suspicious and therefore (intentionally or unintentionally) feed the rabid flames of your paranoia.

A haiku:

on youtube i find
b urie: single lady
idiot boyfriend

(Clarification: I didn't actually find idiot boyfriend on youtube again. Don't read my genius poetry so literally.)