Two moving vans and and new wireless notification pop up, announced the worst.
“Relocation of your wireless signal.”
My leached-for-free internet of the past several months was mourned, duely.
A moment of silence, in respect.
It is a very terrible thing to be, suddenly, a Pirate without the free booty to pillage. One feels quite at a loss. Like an actor whose just finished their last gig and has nothing next to move onto.
Incomplete.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
Frustrated.
…And highly inconvenienced.
The hope-through-positive-thinking, that whomever will fill said apartment, will be just as liberal with their signal, is too mean a temptation to fall under.
In these days?
With all the assholes in the world?
…Who will break into your account without your permission?
…Whenever they freakin’ want?
Be real.
NO ONE in their right mind, would be open to that.
…And I will miss my little overly-trusting brothers, who (no doubt) have moved to other pastures that they will equally water with the blessings of their free-willingness to spread joy and free-internet-wonder amongst the masses.
It was a short romance, but it was voracious in content, and exceedingly memorable.
…I will always look on these months as a time of wonder, great growth, and astounding culture, for which: I thank you.
Not every Pirate had been so nobly sponsored.
I will never forget you.
Signed,
The Dread Internet Pirate
~D
