It seems like another lifetime ago when I bought my husband what I thought would be a great guy gift. I looked forward to belting out my soul while he banged on his drums all day. But now, the Rock Band drum set waits patiently in the corner, collecting dust, desiring any human contact.



Over the years, his hair has grayed, and wrinkles graze his face. He still longs for a time where he could rock and roll all night, but in his mind he stills parties every day. Don't let his stark white knee highs fool you...he's got guns like drum pads and his bandana holds his drum sticks, so he's ready to drop a beat any second.

R-O-C-K in the U-S-A...that's all he's got to say.