Deeply flawed, but fundamentally decent, I approach life with an irreverent attitude toward certain modern social conventions, while harboring a profound nostalgia for bygone traditions of honor and decency. We each have our own code, and I succeed and fail by mine.
In 1999, during the ascension of Napster, I got my first mobile music playing device. I think it was constructed by either Rio or Creative Labs. A whooping 16 megabits of storage space was offered. That equaled five to six songs. I recall going for long jogs through wooded trails that surrounded the New Hampshire boarding school I attended. The duration of the run would be determined by allowing each song to be played thrice. Ironically, this song was frequently loaded on that device.