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Delron had a genuine electric guitar. He always called it Jen-You-Wine. We were always jealous. It was a pawn shop princess. It never stayed in tune, and it was ugly, but it was an electric guitar, and you could play that shit loud. We beat on old acoustics and tried to do them proud.
No one ever really knew where the fake Strat came from. Just the same way we never knew how come Delron suddenly had the newest shoes. The coolest bike. We all lived in the same hood. We all knew each others' business - with that one exception. Where the hell was the magic Santa that visited Delron's randomly during the year? And then we found out.
See, Joey woke up one night, late, because he heard a car door slam. And be damned if it wasn't our Principal, Mr. Spencer. It was dark, but no one had a car like him. If thrift stores sold cars, they'd sell cars like Spencer's.
Delron's Daddy came back from the war a week later, and it was like he never left - once the yelling stopped. And the next morning, there was a pile of treasure at the curb with a sign that said 'free'. We didn't question it - while the other kids wrestled with the bike and playstation, I grabbed that guitar like it was a life raft. And it turned out to be just that.
ATTENTION, I WILL BE GONE MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ TOMORROW! Get 'em!