Goodnight, Steve
I used my very first paycheck from my very first job to purchase my very first iPod. I carried it around in my back pocket everywhere I went. I used it in the darkroom, adding a soundtrack to the images that took shape under the red light. I used it when I walked down the halls of my high school rocking “Life is a Blast” by Hieroglyphics and feeling that the beat and the lyrics were the perfect companion to the absurdity of what was before me. The thing kept on dying, randomly crapping out for no reason, but every time I brought it into the Apple store, I left with a new one. One guy even extended my warranty for another year for no reason.I had it until it was finally stolen out of the back pocket of a pair of pants that were folded on the bottom of a suitcase that I had checked. I guess someone wanted it THAT MUCH. I always hoped that whoever stole it at least appreciated the 40 GB music collection that I had put on it. Ever since I have always had an iPod, iPod Shuffle, or an iPhone. I don’t know what it is anymore to live without music at your fingertips and in your ears all the time. Thank you, Steve.
