We bought a new (well, used new...kinda new, but not 2001...so not new, but nice) truck today. The old one lay wimpering in the street, gas leaking from it's belly like a festering wound. I bought that truck over 8 years ago, and it has been nothing but good to me. Strange how you can get attached to things, and how it can be sad to see them go. I watched Tony drive it away down the ally, and it felt in a weird way like I had lost something important...

I never could throw anything away. I have a closet full of old motherboards and fried hardrives that will eventually provoke Tam to lash out at me, and bash me in the head with an old mac x2 speed cdrom drive.