Upon my arrival in Clarksburg, what happened other than the abrupt forcing upon me of a damnable cellphone? A Samsung BlackJack... what the hell is this nonsense? My parents demanded I take the thing-- no! I cried-- It shall meet the same watery fate as my last phone. It shall be cast into the brown depths of the Mississippi river, never to annoy or bother again.
But, wait-- I can access e-mail from here. And sort of surf the web. And man, aren't text messages swell...
Oh well, I'll save my rebellion for some other day.
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