Unlike Chael, I'm not going to rain on your parade, Pmoney. In-fact, I'm going to do the opposite and take it up one more notch.
December 2, 2002
I had just returned home from a 4 year tour with the United States Navy. I was tired and hungry but very thrilled to be a civilian again.
Before I left to join the service, I had given a very special gift to my parents to hold for me until I return.
At the start of 2003, I began dating and for the first time in my life after joining the service, I knew what it was to be a man again.
These dating games would take me well beyond my curfew and by the time I got back home, it would be 1 or 2 or even 3 am. I would come home and turn on the television ( it was mostly set on channel 78
) I would then take my shower and begin to browse the channels and low and behold - the gift I gave my parents was still there and in good working order. I kissed my black box and prayed to the heavens and resumed browsing again - and that was when I ran into Pride. It was love at first sight. I had never felt so complete in my life. I had a home, a black box, Pride, and a girlfriend.
The girlfriend kept trying to put herself in between me and the box and Pride. I was not going to have this - no way. So I thought long and hard and finally I came up with a solution. Why not enter into matrimony with the girlfriend, the box, and Pride? It seemed like a good idea at the time and I went ahead and sealed the deal.
As with most things that are rushed, they hardly ever work out - and I admit, I was a bit hasty going into this relationship because only after a few years, the box and Pride went their separate ways. I managed to salvage the girlfriend who is now my wife but I do miss the box and Pride. To this day, I still wonder what would have happened if I had taken things slower.