My first computer was a mac, and then when I was about 12 I wanted my own computer. My dad said he'd buy me one, but only if it was a windows PC. Why did he do this? Who the heck knows. Why did I go along with it? I was 12, I wanted a computer. If Hitler offered it to me I would have taken it (Mom, I'm kidding). So now, I'm happy to say, that after many long years away it feels as if, well...as if I'm getting back to my roots. I've kept hope alive! And soon I will be justly rewarded. Of course, not all my friends are fond of my computer choice.

Brett: You wanna live in the city, you wanna drop out of school, you wanna be gay, you wanna not watch sports - this is all fine, and wonderful, and what makes you Josh. But this...this I cannot accept.
Me: ...I'm not gay. Why is that in there?
Brett: Well it's a possibility.
Me: No it's not.
Brett: Anyway, the point is, you can't get one. It's like it has a mind of it's own! Macs...macs are like cats Josh.
Me: Oh I can't wait to hear this.
Brett: Other computers: dogs. Man's best friend. But a mac...it prowls around, it likes to be alone, it doesn't want you to help it run programs or load drivers or anything.
Me: Yeah, my cat hates to help me load drivers.
Brett: Yes.
Me: But see, I'm more of a cat person. You know that.
Brett: That doesn't make it right josh