I was at a party one night. I was outside smoking when I heard a familiar sound coming from the basement. I heard my guitar. There were many guitars at in the house at that time, but this was my guitar. I pitched my cigarette and bolted downstairs to find out who was fooling around with her when I wasn't looking.

On my way in the house, I could figure out who was playing her just by the style he was playing her in. It was one of my best friends. Normally I wouldn't be that concerned, but he's a drummer.

I could just picture him thinking he could understand the strap (getting one of the ends flipped around), and letting the guitar fall down around his knees. I would be heartbroken.

I found him on the floor of the basement cross-legged with the guitar in his lap. I knew then that I could trust him.

I counseled him on asking before doing, and went back outside and smoked a cigarette. This time I finished it.

I never knew much I valued that Ovation until that night. I think I've got a friend for life.

-Racer