I sympathize with you. It's hard to see someone like that with a focus when they are also your friend. I had a really nice handmade guitar that I carried around for thirty years. I got it past the junkies and no-goods in Oakland, San Francisco, New York, and Seattle and many, many small places in between. I taught my son to play guitar on it, and he broke into my house and stole it and sold it to a pawn shop for twenty-five bucks. It had been reworked by guitar maker Erwin Somagyi and was worth several thousand, I guess. I sure had no intention of selling it. That really hurt. I had my son arrested and he went to jail, but that really didn't make it right. I got another guitar with the homeowner's insurance, that didn't fix it either. He has apologized to me many times. He is doing time now in a Washington prison for writing bad checks, we communicate regularly. I love him , but something was broken that we haven't been able to fix. It's a bad feeling that will be there for a long time. My best to you. Seth from China