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Update: This guitar is now spoken for and possessed in full-- by a 9 year old kid. Moving from my apartment, I was carrying this electric guitar (covered in symbols of sex, rock, and comic books) down the stairs with a bag full of laundry and a sense of failure. Having a guitar for ten years did not fill me with the capacity to use the guitar. And so the guitar was loose in my hands and loose in my heart, neglected and unsung.

Three steps outside of the apartment building some kids are walking by and the smallest of the group stops in his tracks and stares. He stares at the guitar and literally grasps his chest as his shoulders drop and his eyes search the frets, the strings, the body shining in the sun.

I stop. We're stopped.

"...hey kid. You want a guita--"

"YES!"

And so they walk off positively purring.

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