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

the hardwood like broken glass. A strip of binding had peeled away entirely. One tuning peg had bent sideways. The smell of splintered wood rose up into my face, sharp and resinous. My hands were shaking. Eight thousand dollars, five years of saving, forty recording sessions, all of it gone in the span of two seconds.

Tyler, I said, and somehow my voice continue reading …