Whenever I use my guitar for an image, I tend to get sentimental. My poor baby has had some use. If you look, you'll see the sound hole isn't so round any more. The wood on the right side has worn down to the plastic ring from constant strumming. I'm a bit heavy handed on the up tempo tunes. :) I'll tend to play high on the neck, thus missing the pick guard and wearing a near hole in the top. The bridge has cracked and been repaired and frets replaced through the years. It was dropped and the top split away from the sides. It was repaired. The wood has been cured with tequila, smoke, beer, sweat and tears. A lot of time, love and memories are associated with this piece of wood. And it's never sounded better!
