gato -> RE: Guitar horror stories (May 15 2009 14:14:35)
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One night, the bedside table lamp blew a bulb when I tried to get up to go to well peeeee! The room was dark as black ink as I had the drapes drawn, and I navigated thru the room thru to the bath room door but I couldn't find it. I struggled to find a wall so I could go round the room to the overhead light switch by the door, and I found the door but as time elapsed I was ready to explode, and I was ready to dance it to the head! So nervously I tried and tried to find the wall plate and I found a picture that hung next to the door, but no switch..........as I tried to find the door again I lost my balance in the pitch black and fell. And wouldn't you know what was leaning up against the dresser next to the door. You got it my guitar. As I fell I rocked my folding chair which bumped the guitar it was pitched against for safety. The guitar fell on the floor and as I began to fall I heard the guitar slide off it's mount and hit the wooden floor. I knew what was going to happen. I was going to fall right on it, right on my spine. For fear of severing my spinal chord I arched my spine, and fell right on the face of the guitar, and caved it completely in! But, as it would go I was perfectly happy because I fell into the guitar and not against the sides on my back, saving my life I thought, and I knew I was very lucky. I fell into the guitar with a loud crunch! And I could hear the face of the guitar fold and mutilate right in to the body. I will never forget that sound......... After I got up and out of the guitar I found the light switch and surveyed the accident, and it was such a sad sight. There was no way to reface the guitar as the sides of the guitar were torn, and ruined, so I kept it and it is in the closet to this day, with the strings still on it. I keep it in memory of the incident and I taught me a lesson. I installed a night light and I keep the guitar in the case and when it's out it's always on a stand. I advise everyone to do the same. Now I have a new classical guitar, and my family still believes that I smashed the guitar to get a new one, and what hurts is that I loved that guitar and I never would do something like that. And it remains a painful irony to this day. All I have to say is, oh well........... Gary
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