Popsicle came over the other day to see if we had any paper cups. we had paper bowls; but no cups. he was all, “i guess that will work.”

“what are you doing?”

“making a mold of my pinky finger.”

“… what?”

“i’m filling up a guitar slide with some resin. then i’ll stick my pinky finger in it and let it harden.”

“…”

“then i’ll have a guitar slide that won’t slip around on my finger.”

“oh.”

“want to help me?”

“can i take pictures?”

“sure.”

when i went back to my parents’ house to see the resin stuff i immediately had a problem. “dad, this says not to get it on your skin.”

“oh, they just have to say that.”

“no. dad, for real, you can’t just stick your finger in this. it will burn you.”

“nah, it can’t be that bad.”

“wha- dad, come on. let’s not go to the ER for chemical burns tonight, okay?”

“well, i was going to put some vaseline on my finger anyway.”

“yeah but, no. that’s not cool. how about a latex glove or something?”

“but the glove might mess it up.”

“this stuff is either going to burn your skin OR when it’s time to remove your finger it’s going to stick to your skin and we’ll have to rip your skin off… so either way your skin is fucked. WEAR THE GLOVE.”

“aw, but-”

“WEAR. THE GLOVE.”

“fine.”

so he put on the glove and lubed up the pinky with some vaseline. (yeah, yeah, yeah. stow it, pervs.)

i mixed up the harsh chemicals and poured them into the guitar slide.

the blue duct tape was used as a fill line so’s we wouldn’t overflow the stuff when he put his pinky finger in the resin. we’re working smarter – not harder.

as it hardened the chemicals went to work- which means they got really hot. dad was surprised. he said it was nearly unbearable and that he was glad he wore the glove.

the stuff hardened and now Popsicle has a custom-fit guitar slide.

and bonus: no trips to the hospital.

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