Saturday, January 29
my (former) mac
This is the mac I saved for two years to buy and waited for two months to take out of my apartment. This is the mac that I spent two months devouring and discovering its charm and tremendous power. This is the mac on which I would finally finish writing that story lurking inside of me, muffled screams crying to be heard. This is the mac that waited patiently for me as I ventured into my job for a bit but got sidetracked by my coworkers and responsibilities. This is the mac that heard the alarm of my car go off while everyone else between the bank and the chinese restaurant ignored the obnoxious sound in the little strip shopping center where I work. This is the mac that was hiding under the trash bag in the bag with the library books. This is the mac that was stolen after only being with me for two glorious, but few, little months by a greedy, insensitive, all-too-experienced criminal. A criminal-minded thug who decided my 1998 4Runner with the rusty paint job looked as if it had an owner who could either afford to be violated, or deserved to be without such a lavish luxury. I hope whomever the end recipient of my hard-earned purchase is not only grateful, but deserving of such a gift. I have to believe that God would only allow such a person to have the mac learned so easily I loved.
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