During the summer of 2018, I purchased this road-worn 1995 Guild acoustic off a guy in the Chinatown neighborhood of Manhattan.
At the time, I was living in the Carroll Gardens neighborhood of Brooklyn. It was a challenging period in my life, filled with stress and anxiety due to an unfortunate situation I found myself in.
I was subletting a small ten-foot-by-twenty-foot room on Presidents Street. The room had no A/C and a single window for air and light. The bed I slept on was homemade and roughly fashioned out of two-by-fours. It had a makeshift desk at the bottom and a single-sized bed at the top.
While neither the circumstance I found myself in, nor the living situation at the time were ideal, I found comfort in the company of the worn guitar. I’m grateful for its company during that time in my life.
