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i used to have a black epiphone starter type of acoustic guitar...it was decent enough to learn on and still have a mediocre sound.
I learned how to play on that guitar...
then I got a fender stratocaster for like $350. these two guitars so far were birthday/christmas presents. probably the best presents I ever got.
then I got better at guitar and wanted a better sound. I played about 15 different acoustics all day before I decided on my Taylor 310E.
I saved up for about 3 years to buy it. probably the biggest purchase I have ever made by myself. I haven't been more proud of something I have ever bought... It was a Taylor...not only a symbol of an excellent guitar but , one of the best sounding acoustics I had played in that long day of narrowing down my purchase.
tonight my taylor died.
in the past people had dented the hell out of the body...but they understood that it was a taylor...and promptly sent it to the factory to have it repaired.
but tonight we had a party...not a huge party...probably no more than 30 people were there at the same time.
but some fuckers decided to go in my room and fuck around... who knows what they were doing in here. but they broke my $1300 guitar in half.
snapped the damn neck right in half.
I was in shock at first when I saw.
then I raged around my house kicking everyone out, balling and presenting people with my broken friend asking who did it. I feel like an idiot...I came in my room and picked up the lamp that was also knocked over and broken and punched the shit out of it cutting my hand in about 5 different places...
i still feel like an ass...
but i also feel like i lost a friend...or atleast part of me, like a theoretical arm.
I loved that guitar. I've had it since highschool and have carried the receipt from when I bought it ever since.
I want to find who did it and destroy them... i want to take something away from them and make them realize what it is like.
I know I am overreacting...but to me this is huge... I would be less upset if someone stole my car.
I know there are a lot of worse things that could ever happen to people.
I know...I know...
but god damn it.
I feel like I died inside a little but tonight...
and even if we might know who did it, they wont pay.
and i won't get revenge.
and I'll just have to save up again.
but hell...I still deserve to rant about this shit in my damn live journal, so back off.
wendy's fucking dead...and that sucks.
I learned how to play on that guitar...
then I got a fender stratocaster for like $350. these two guitars so far were birthday/christmas presents. probably the best presents I ever got.
then I got better at guitar and wanted a better sound. I played about 15 different acoustics all day before I decided on my Taylor 310E.
I saved up for about 3 years to buy it. probably the biggest purchase I have ever made by myself. I haven't been more proud of something I have ever bought... It was a Taylor...not only a symbol of an excellent guitar but , one of the best sounding acoustics I had played in that long day of narrowing down my purchase.
tonight my taylor died.
in the past people had dented the hell out of the body...but they understood that it was a taylor...and promptly sent it to the factory to have it repaired.
but tonight we had a party...not a huge party...probably no more than 30 people were there at the same time.
but some fuckers decided to go in my room and fuck around... who knows what they were doing in here. but they broke my $1300 guitar in half.
snapped the damn neck right in half.
I was in shock at first when I saw.
then I raged around my house kicking everyone out, balling and presenting people with my broken friend asking who did it. I feel like an idiot...I came in my room and picked up the lamp that was also knocked over and broken and punched the shit out of it cutting my hand in about 5 different places...
i still feel like an ass...
but i also feel like i lost a friend...or atleast part of me, like a theoretical arm.
I loved that guitar. I've had it since highschool and have carried the receipt from when I bought it ever since.
I want to find who did it and destroy them... i want to take something away from them and make them realize what it is like.
I know I am overreacting...but to me this is huge... I would be less upset if someone stole my car.
I know there are a lot of worse things that could ever happen to people.
I know...I know...
but god damn it.
I feel like I died inside a little but tonight...
and even if we might know who did it, they wont pay.
and i won't get revenge.
and I'll just have to save up again.
but hell...I still deserve to rant about this shit in my damn live journal, so back off.
wendy's fucking dead...and that sucks.