This doesn’t happen everyday, and it was accidental, and it won’t happen again.
Tyler Durden: Where’d you go, psycho boy?
Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
But…there was something cathartic is watching something beautiful and innocent getting stomped in. It was sad, but freeing. The guitar didn’t ask for this, but neither did I. It was perched near the wall at a moment of bad timing, and that’s how things get smashed… and misspelled for that matter. Smashed and misspelled. What a great combination. God, I felt bad for the exotic wood finder and the designer of that guitar, but I wished that that mistake represented all of the mistakes of recently, but because that there was obvious destruction to a thing of true beauty via accident, how much more cathartic.
