| Current mood: |  guilty |
| Current music: | the tv |
I fucking broke Cole's guitar.
I mean, its not like the tone is fucked or it can't be played, the tip just broke off of the headstock.
But i still feel awful.
He trusted me to carry it. As i was coming up the stairs to the porch at his house, the fucking dog jumped up on me and i lifted the guitar and it banged against the roof of the porch.
Cole's dad is confidant he can make a replacement tip and fix it just fine.
But still. Cole built that guitar himself. It took him a year. He trusted me with it.
And i fucking broke it.
He's bummed i can tell. Not angry at me, just bummed in general.
I feel like shit.
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