A few days ago I destroyed a friend of mine. A close friend that has been by my side for years. I know that smashing my guitar to pieces disturbed some of you. Let me tell you this: it was not premeditated. I hadn't planned on it. But when it happened it made so much sense. It had so much meaning. Breaking this guitar felt like an important thing to do- like killing something so other things could spring to life. Shutting one door so that I could move on... It was an incredible release to move from "that which has been" towards "that which is not". Not yet at least... So thank you for tolerating a random act of violence and recognizing the cathartic release behind the destruction. No one was hurt in the process and I feel much better now. thank you!
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