My iPod headphones broke yesterday.

Let me start of by saying, no, this is not another random post about how Apple sucks. I've never had a problem with the company, and I like their stuff.


The pair that broke was not the original that came with my iPod, those broke long ago. This is a second pair that I got at a Radio Shack.

I'm sad to see them go because they remind me of when I first got them, for longboarding around Seattle. I would plug them in, zip up my track jacket, and hit the streets.


The Go Team's Thunder, Lightning, Strike would drowned out the cars, construction, people.


The grit from the top of my board would be abrasive against my hands and jeans as I walked up steps and steep hills, towards my starting point.
The streets were busy, people coming and going, buses, bikers, the trash piled up on the street.
I remember the the looks I would get.
The close calls.
The wind off the sound.
I remember the time I fell, and the time I stayed out and was late for dinner.
I remember the public art, the alone time.
I remember getting lost, and I remember the freedom.
I remember, the melodies, carving the sidewalk to the beat of the songs.
I could go anywhere, do anything - wow that sounded like the reading rainbow theme for a second.
I remember the time I ran over a packet of McDonalds BBQ sauce and it sprayed all over the place.
I remember how my backpack filled with stuff would throw off my balance at first.
I remember pioneer square, and the pier with it's impossible wooden planks.

I'll miss those headphones.