First thing’s first. No one is
paying me to post this. [Note: if you want to, though, the PayPal
link is on the left] Now that we got THAT out of the way, let’s get down to it. September 2014, my iPod Nano finally succumbed to too many
drops and started to bust open at the top.
I had gotten it second hand and I was not about to lay out the cash for
any Apple product at the time.
I went with the Sony NWZ-E380 Walkman and it served me masterfully for
years. Gym duty, outdoor workouts,
sitting on the couch reading/writing, yard work and most importantly, DAILY
droning out of office chatter. “Well why don’t you use your phone for all that, Phlip?” Thanks for asking, I USED to use my phones for all of that, but I
found myself in possession of charger-dependent phones due to the constant need
of charge due to 8-hours-a-day constant usage.
Anyway. Syncing the Sony last week
brought me to the realization that it has met its demise.
I sent it on to glory (did you sing that line?
I did!) and ju…
September 3, 1998…
I was 19, it was a Monday.
I had to work that
morning and needed to be there to open the store, so I was in the mall at
9:30am. When one of my guys got in with
me, I snuck away to whatever FYE was 20 years ago to make a quick video game
If I had known that the game I was about to buy would change
the direction of the next year(S) of my life, I would have--… fuck that, I’d have bought THREE!
I worked 9:30-6
that day and IMMEDIATELY rushed home to my Playstation (the boring-looking-ass
Playstation 1!), locked away in my bedroom and proceeded to not be heard from
other than to work, eat, bathe or shit for weeks. If at any point I can remember a favorite
game becoming my favorite that quickly, this was the time.
The story was fun going through. It was
engrossing to have a story with layers and twists and shit, mixed in with the “sneaking
around and cutting dumbass guards’ throats” aspect of it. The Easter eggs found in subsequent plays
Angel on my left
shoulder, telling me “Phlip, don’t get on that plane.”
Devil on my right shoulder, telling
me “Phlip, get that money and get the fuck out.”
Internal tug-of-war, provide for my family in a manner that
I had to learn to contribute to as a child, in a manner that I might have never
imagined so easily attainable or stay here in the United States and drive this
bag around and watch these companies shovel out all of the magical coal they
might so need. Pick your poison,
Phillip. Slow burn and hard work or hit
this international lick and be straight one at a time.
Why am I even
second-guessing myself? I KNEW I shouldn’t
be on this fucking plane. As
opportunistic as I have been about trapping this cash over the past six months –
I am at a million and a half now with my under-the-table museum contracts – I am
still quite liberal as far as environmental issues go. At least those in my own back yard, I feel
something when I see my family and friends of my fa…