โ€œFUCK YOU!โ€ That's all I could think of at the time, how was i supposed to know i would make it worse. โ€œOh yeah you little slut, if you love music so much then we will just have to take it away!โ€ She grabbed my guitar straight out of my hands jerking the strap over my neck, resulting in a series of scratches on the back my neck. She took it down the hall and outside. I thought she was going to smash it. That would have been better. Instead she dragged it across the cement. โ€œThere now every time you play you peice of shit you will remember to treat your mother with respect.โ€ Its still there along with every other scratch and knick just laughing at me. Ive forgotten how to play because i cant look at it. That memory sticks with me every time i pick up a guitar.