No, this isn't about a break-up with a girl; this is about something much, much worse. In a fit of unspeakable clumsiness, I did this:
How, you ask?
Funny thing: I was just leaving the house for work and leaned my LP in its case up against the wall to fish out my keys from my pocket. While doing so, I saw the case fall flat on its face out of the corner of my eye. I thought nothing of it and almost left for work without taking a peek inside the case, but something nagged at me and I decided to satisfy my curiosity.
Hell of a way to start the day, eh?
Balls.
On the plus side, luthier Gord Mylks of the Kingston Guitar Shop is even now working furiously to repair the damage. He is optimistic and I'm still distraught. Hopefully she comes back to me as good as before.
