An Ugly Guitar

I just acquired another guitar. My collection is small, mind you, but nice and more importantly, meaningful. So when the opportunity to trade some banjo playing for this beat-up red-sparkle Fender Stratocaster (Japan) came along, I took it.
But this guitar is ugly.
It's scraped up.
The finish on the fretboard is peeling off, and the dirt is sticking.
The bridge pickup is a different type than the other two.
The bridge was discontinued by Fender in the late 80's.
There's a gash in the bottom of the body.
There's tape on the inside that says "This guitar belongs to Danny. If I catch you with it I'll kick your @&%."
The volume knob and tone knob are in the wrong places.
It has no case.
It has no whammy bar.
And so on, and so on. But here's the thing: the more I look at these things, the more they are what endear me to the beast. I think I'd like other people to love me in spite of my tone knob being in the wrong spot. When I pick up this guitar and plug it in, I play a little differently than I play with my other electrics. This one doesn't care if I try something new and botch it miserably; it seems to say "hey, no worries, I'm the guitar that's not about shiny paint or smooth frets, I'm the guitar that's about playing guitar." And I like that.
I guess I'm saying that having a really ugly strat has humbled me a little, and taught me for the fifth gwazillionth time that it's what's inside that counts, and how I use what I have.

Even so, if you know a good fret guy, let me know.