We all have our quirks. One of mine is that I love my PRS guitars. Yes. I'm obsessed with them. I confess.

I'm not obsessed with anyone else's. I'm not obsessed with the ones online, or at the dealer, or in the works, though I certainly can admire them from afar. I don't need to shop all the time for guitars. But mine consume a good part of my thoughts.

Somehow there has been identification with them, to the point where they have become inseparably intertwined in my perception of who I am and what I do. That's strange, of course, and it makes zero sense, but it's also true.

I know I'm not alone in being obsessed with PRS guitars in some way. Let's hear it.

And what happens here in the obsessional confessional, stays in the obsessional confessional.