I had other dreams, not necessarily practical ones, but at the age of eight, I was bequeathed a guitar. It was a battered old thing with five rusty strings, and was out of tune, but quickly I learned to play it and realized that I'd found a friend for life, an accomplice, a co-conspirator in my plan to escape from this surreal industrial landscape.
因为我有其他梦想； 或许不很实际， 不过八岁时， 我继承了一把老吉他， 五条弦不但生锈而且走音 但我不久便学会弹奏并体悟到， 自己找到一位终生挚友， 和我共谋逃离家乡不真实的工业环境。 很多人说，