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James, my son, he took his guitar everywhere with him,

whether it was slung over his back down to the beach,

or it was out in the woods.

See, he'd start playing and he'd say,

oh, do you think he could put the words to it?

He'd seen all kinds of music, constant laughter between us.

My name is Kathy Carlson and I come from Ipswich, Massachusetts.

I couldn't find the guitar. It wasn't anywhere. And he sat down and he said, I have to tell you that I sold it and I sold it for drug money.

And it was the worst mistake I ever made because I feel like I've lost part of myself.

That guitar was his voice.

James told me himself that he was a heroin addict and I said everything's going to be okay.

I took him to rehab. I checked on him every morning at 7.30.

That morning was the only morning I never checked on him because I heard him brush his teeth he was whistling

I got up around 930. I'm like she said I don't hear James that's weird and I went in and he was sitting in his desk chair

his eyes were open but they were rolled up in his head and they didn't show any reaction to light and he was very very very cold.

I knew right there that he had gone.

James was 19 years old when he died. I have some very very short video clips on my iPhone. 33 seconds of him playing the guitar,

sitting in a field.

I just woke up one morning and said,

I've got to find that guitar. I called Guitar Center

myself and said my son sold his guitar to you I'd like to know what happened to

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