“The kid wanted a guitar. He asked me how to ‘build’ one, apparently unaware that guitars are for sale. But I was tired. It had been a long day. So I told him dismissively that I’d help him this weekend. So he tried to build one himself, nearly cutting his finger off trying to slice a hole in a PLAYING CARD for some reason. Inspired by his determination and my desire to avoid a trip to the ER, I found a burst of post-dinner/pre-bedtime energy and together we built this bad boy out of plywood, nails, a cardboard box, and duct tape in 20 minutes like a couple of guitar-building Macgyvers.”
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