I don't know who they think they are, trashing a perfectly good guitar

I've never been the type to go out on garbage night and see what people are tossing (though I can't help but notice that those who don't mind not-so-fresh doughnuts would do well to check out the Dunkin' Donuts on 32nd and 7th after hours...bags of them are tossed nightly). I already have a lot of crap here in Disgraceland.

But last night, after putting in some extra hours at the office and then grabbing food for the week at the supermarket, I saw what appeared to be a perfectly good guitar leaning against a garbage bag. Who throws out a guitar?

Well, it's mine now, and though I have no plans/time to learn how to play it in the near future, it will at least join my banjo as something I can strum tunelessly while trying to calm myself watching hockey and baseball.



It appears to be some sort of classical-style guitar, so look out, Esteban. Someone get me my sunglasses and bolero hat.