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

I accepted. We met at a local diner, neutral territory. It was awkward at first, but conversation eventually found its way through the silence. I’m proud of you, he said. For what, I asked. For standing up for yourself, he said. For not backing down. I taught you to be a man. I just didn’t think you’d use it against me. He laughed at that, self deprecating,continue reading …