In My Write Mind

That’s me.

And not so much Mr. “Let’s-talk-on-the-phone-til-all-hours-about-any-and-everything-just-because” Telephone Man, either. Hellus Nous. That’s never been me. I get on the phone, discuss the haps, then get off the phone.

Dat’s it.

I’d be described as more of a Mr. “Holy-crap-that-phone’s-got-bells-and-whistles-and-I-need-it-in-my-life-right-now” Telephone Man.

Yeah, I likes the gadgets.

And that’s why the Sidekick was just right for me. It had email, messenger, a camera, speakerphone and a funky (albeit bulky) design that I loved. We were inseperable. Literally joined at the hip. To quote a pre-pubescent Peter Brady, I treated that Sidekick “like a, like a … queen! (said with a shriek)”

Seriously, you know how a person is identified by something? Like George Burns and his cigars? Dave Chappelle and his weed? Eddie Murphy and his transvestites?!?!??

Well, that was me and my Sidekick. She was my ho. “Look for me!!!” Oh, sorry. I was having a Jay-Z/Beyonce “Bonnie and Clyde ‘03″ flashback. Sigh.

By now, you will all notice how I’ve been using past tense. How, when I refer to my Sidekick, it’s ‘were’ and ‘was’ … instead of ‘is’.

Yeah, it’s gone (R.I.P., Kicky 2004 - 06). And without it, I’ve been like a teenaged Bobby Brown, i.e., “this situation’s blowing my mind.”

Wanna hear about it, here it go … sigh.

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