TV… Oh you.

It is gone, the box, the beast. The gray eyesore that lurked in the corner, all 27 inches. I was a little sad as it worked its way into the hands of another. It was not about missing what this thing gave me but what it stood for to me. It was mine, I controlled it, or so I thought. I brought it into my life and now I was setting it loose, passing it on. For nothing more than a phone call it could have been yours, a deal, yes. The air has been quiet around the 4 walls around me, without the laugh track, the introductions and the reality of reality. It has been tough, the need the want, the...