I sold my Jazzmaster. I'm still pretty sad about it. I didn't really want to, but I still have two other guitars, and I don't play them much anymore. I've been cultivating a pretty excellent spending problem lately, and needed some money. They gave me half of what the counter kid quoted me over the phone. I almost walked away without the money, but.. I was already there. Sigh. Goodbye, pretty. My heart aches. Over a dumb guitar I rarely play. Sigh. Anyway. A good cry or two later and I'm not feeling as terrible as I was, though I am still in the thick of it, trying to find my way out. I'll get there. I hope. I always do.
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