When I got a little older, I found an ancient laptop computer at a garage sale. After haggling the price down, I pulled out a tiny handful of cash that seemed like a fortune and traded it for my brand new writing machine. It ran barely more than Word, Internet Explorer and Minesweeper, but that was all I needed. My stories began to bleed out of my brain and onto my computer.
It’s unusual for me to write personal essays, but this one was a lot of fun and deeply meaningful. Everyone has a little quirkiness to their history and what brought them to the place they’re at. This essay is about one of the quirks in my history.