I got it on a lark, but as soon as I fired up “the Kicker,” our identities were inextricably bound. I was the only one of my friends who had it. Everyone loved to marvel at the swiveling screen and satisfyingly tactile keyboard through which I was constantly mediating a stream of vital and meaningful information.I keep trying not to notice the buttons on my near-antique Sidekick slowly giving out, hoping that it will survive long enough for me to buy into the next cult of apple mobile technology before I'm lured into getting a more sensible replacement.
Until I killed it. It was with trembling hands that I picked up my poor, broken companion off the floor and confronted the reality of my own tragic rage. [laweekly]
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