I know the where and when of all my wounds, on myself and my guitars. We accept each other. Last Sunday (Easter) I had a freak accident on my brand new PJ bass. We played a party on a small outdoor stage. I put my new bass on a stand, and put the gig bag upright behind the bass. The wind caught the bag, the bag blew into the bass, and sent the bass falling on it's face. Nice chip in the headstock, 3 nice chips on the front. Oh well, my fault, and I'll remember how it happened as long as I own and play the bass. Kinda cool, in a way.