When I was playing violin, I wasted my bow**. “No brains”, my mom said. I pointed to my head and smiled. 20 years later, I was poisoned. My mom cut open my head. She didn’t see a brain inside. Both my parents cut down, down, down. No brain. she was right. I had no brain.
* purposely misspelled
** On my bow I went too fast on my bow, then I was stuck at the tip.