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

showing it.

My nephew looked at me. Then he laughed. It broke, he said. Your guitar was fake.

Derek stood in the doorway behind him, my brother in law, forty years old, his coffee cup frozen halfway to his mouth, his face gone the color of paper. I walked forward slowly and knelt in front of the wreckage. Pieces of sunburst finish lay scattered across continue reading …