My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

on the porch. Can you play anything, I asked. He played a basic chord progression, C, G, E minor, F, not clean, but close enough. Not bad, I told him. I practice every day, he said. I showed him a new chord. He tried it, struggled, tried again, got it. Then he looked down at the guitar in his lap. I’m sorry I broke your guitar, he said. I know, I told continue reading …