"(F)ucking guitar." I had to laugh. You left it by his door wall (it's what we in Michigan call sliding doors). I might have done something different. I can only hope you ghosted him, gave him the good old Irish Goodbye. I told a friend of mine last night, I survived bankruptcy after my fuck-up at 40 and now I have an 810 credit score. Your stories remind me of what I went through 25+ years ago. Similar, but different.