“Bob sat there stoned, his mind alternating between fantasies of gnawing on Hank's little fingers and pushing away the growing anxiety of graduation, with its implicit promises of a nine-to-five job, IRS-whittled paychecks, screaming kids, car in the shop, Pop in Ma's doghouse again, and settling into an easy chair watching the Reds and drinking a Schlitz for season after season until none of the kids could be sure where the chair ended and Pop began. And so on until death. Bob thought, If that guy can do it, I can. I'm going to learn to play the guitar.” Music Book:Closer You Are: The Story of Robert Pollard and Guided By Voices Source: Closer You Are: The Story of Robert Pollard and Guided By Voices