I took my kids to the lake yesterday afternoon to play. We brought some chairs, a cooler, some other misc shit and Amanda's Epiphone Dove acoustic that I bought her for Valentine's Day. So we get there and I was taking the cooler and her guitar down the hill to a park bench. Kids are driving me nuts wanting to immediately get in the water. Wasn't paying enough attention and slipped on something and fell on the guitar. Smashed it to shit. Felt horrible. It's the only guitar she had since my son broke the neck on her Ibanez. She cried. I felt like an idiot. $500 down the drain. She was cool about it though. Didn't let it stop us from having a nice time at the lake. Anyways, so she left early for work to drop by the Sam Ash we bought it from to see if there was any saving it. We knew it was a long shot and they told her it was def fucked. She still had an hour before work, so she stuck around to try out some of the other guitars to burn time. So she was sitting on a stool near the register playing a Fender when some dude approached her asking if she liked the guitar. She said yes, to which he replied "Well, it's yours then!". She said she sat there kinda thinking he was joking. She said they were ringing up stuff he was buying for his son and I guess she was kinda sitting in disbelief. She said his son, which I'm gathering was about 16ish, looked at her and said "He's totally for real". She said he didn't make a big deal about it, just kept discussing stuff with the staff and refused to tell her his name. She said the store guys call him Big Red, that he's like a 6'8" ginger that played for the Hawks shortly before tearing up his knee and then started his own business making doors. I drove down and picked the guitar up from her job so it wouldn't have to sit in the sun and it is a beauty. This is by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. I thought these sorts of stories only happened on movies and shit. Here's a pic of the guitar
When she called to tell me, she was crying. At first, I thought she had dropped and broken something lol. Yesterday was bad. Not only did I fall and smash the Dove, but the bass speaker in my trunk cracked, so I got no bump in my ride anymore, and my son was pretending to be Michael Myers and cut holes in his $350 trampoline canvas with a butcher knife he snuck from the kitchen
My girlfriend brought one of the cooks from her restaurant home with her last night to smoke blunts with us. He was ready to crash on the couch when I warned him that Roman would prolly wake him up playing the theme music from 'Halloween' with blood painted on his face
He decided it was better to just catch a ride home
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I took my kids to the lake yesterday afternoon to play. We brought some chairs, a cooler, some other misc shit and Amanda's Epiphone Dove acoustic that I bought her for Valentine's Day. So we get there and I was taking the cooler and her guitar down the hill to a park bench. Kids are driving me nuts wanting to immediately get in the water. Wasn't paying enough attention and slipped on something and fell on the guitar. Smashed it to shit. Felt horrible. It's the only guitar she had since my son broke the neck on her Ibanez. She cried. I felt like an idiot. $500 down the drain. She was cool about it though. Didn't let it stop us from having a nice time at the lake. Anyways, so she left early for work to drop by the Sam Ash we bought it from to see if there was any saving it. We knew it was a long shot and they told her it was def fucked. She still had an hour before work, so she stuck around to try out some of the other guitars to burn time. So she was sitting on a stool near the register playing a Fender when some dude approached her asking if she liked the guitar. She said yes, to which he replied "Well, it's yours then!". She said she sat there kinda thinking he was joking. She said they were ringing up stuff he was buying for his son and I guess she was kinda sitting in disbelief. She said his son, which I'm gathering was about 16ish, looked at her and said "He's totally for real". She said he didn't make a big deal about it, just kept discussing stuff with the staff and refused to tell her his name. She said the store guys call him Big Red, that he's like a 6'8" ginger that played for the Hawks shortly before tearing up his knee and then started his own business making doors. I drove down and picked the guitar up from her job so it wouldn't have to sit in the sun and it is a beauty. This is by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. I thought these sorts of stories only happened on movies and shit. Here's a pic of the guitar
He decided it was better to just catch a ride home