In Which The Author Finds His Stolen Guitars, And Takes Action

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didn’t look like that when it disappeared

Fifteen months ago, during a looking-glass time of my life where I was unemployed, between real single-family homes, and just sorta spiraling into a fathomless abyss of self-pity, the human garbage who worked at this Public Storage almost certainly conspired to rob me of about $30,500 in musical instruments and s…