at just over two years old, my audio companion was forcefully taken away. torn off my motorcycle-pants while traveling through Novato at 75 MPH on a three-lane portion of the 101 freeway. its last heard words were “…his appetite had just returned.” oh how I miss thee greatly. sentiments aside, it’s as if I tossed two c-notes into the wind at a packed stadium; what a bitch. as as soon as you were gone, I knew it was for good. pronounced shitdamfuckshitshitshitgone dead at 7pm 10/8/08; may ye rest in peace… hope you got squashed quickly and throughly.