Funny stuff. I feel sorry for the guy not being able to get a job, but you can't say "Just an RG570 and a Randall will do" it's like, oh ****ing really?!?!
I'll tell you how the beginnings of my collection came to be...
My sisters both attempted to learn guitar, but both said it hurt their fingers. I turned around (at 11 years old) and asked if I
could learn. My Dad, being (quite rightly) pissed off at buying a guitar for both my sisters only to end up having to get rid of them, said "It'll hurt your fingers, don't bother." As gutted as I was, I pestered and pestered until he eventually caved in and bought me a spanish guitar that was strung with ELECTRIC strings. So imagine, this thing has the action of an archery bow and it felt like I was playing an egg-slicer, so that was my first guitar...
Then, on my 12th birthday I was lucky enough to have enough money to buy a beat up Satellite Les Paul copy (made from plywood.) I played the hell out of it, and then when my next birthday rolled around I sold that
guitar and used the extra birthday money to get a crappy BC Warlock (again, plywood.) I kept doing this and eventually ended up with a Washburn N2 and a Marshall amp. It broke my heart, but I had to eventually sell it because I was broke as a joke and needed money for other stuff.
Nowadays, I don't smoke, barely drink and I don't have any kids, which means whatever I earn goes on stuff for me and my girlfriend. I tend to buy everything I wanted as a kid (within reason
) just because. It's great! BUT, realise that life gets a LOT tougher when you leave school. Better... but certainly tougher.
I think your solution is to tell your parents that you aren't a fetus anymore and you are chomping at the bit to earn your way. Keep on the pressure and I'm sure they'll let you.