Hello, darkness, my old friend

I'd just like to give a shout out to Harold, who was my iPod until sometime late last night/early this morning. He is now in the hands of strangers and/or enemies in the drug trade business of Salt Lake City. Someone smashed and shattered the passenger side of Andrew's and my Fit and stole him while it was parked in our assigned parking space in the parking lot of our apartment building. I miss Harold a lot to say the least, we had lived together for more than three years, and the last remaining vestige of our friendship is this:













And although I'm glad I still have the isock to remember Harold by, I'm a little disheartened that the thieves didn't take it to give Harold the protection he needs from being scratched by the outside world. In addition to being negligent in collecting everything that goes along with Harold, the thieves also managed to overlook Andrew's and my Ray Ban sunglasses which were worth a lot more than a three year old ipod. Harold, where ever you are, I hope you are safe and being treated well.