A Star is Born

Young Old recently discovered Guitar Hero while visiting his Nana. After a few minutes spent observing the awesome shredding skills of his Mama K and Aunt T (you ladies rawk!) and randomly picking away at the buttons, he burst into flames (hairspray and cigarettes don't mix, my son) and was born anew into a Metal God.

Observe:


While I must admit that his new lifestyle is not without its discomforts (all night parties, diseased groupies sleeping on our couch, and rampant heroin usage), it does have its benefits (all night parties, diseased groupies sleeping on our couch, and rampant heroin usage).



Rock on, little buddy, rock on.