My first paying gig was modeling how fun these crazy huge Apple computers were. I got 25 bucks. Never would’ve guessed back then, playing Oregon Trail, that a few decades later I would be making a living with songs I recorded on Apple computers. Or that me and my friends would all have our very own Apple computers. Tiny Apple computers that we take everywhere in our backpacks. Our backpacks that we wear on both shoulders. And even tinier Apple computer phones that we would carry in our fannypacks so we can check our new video edits on the toilet and in the parking lot at the co-op. We’ve all nerded out hard. And somehow you made that cool.
Thanks Mr. Jobs.
You done all us creation makers and communicators and game players real good.
Fuck the cancer. Fuck the cancer. Fuck the cancer.
