While playing the mind-expanding game of Viva Pinata, my xbox shuddered and then froze up. Where the pleasant, soft glow of green used to flash was a violent blood colored circle.
Oh how I wish I could be jumping around my basement like fool, rocking out with Guitar hero, adoring fans screaming for an encore. Sweating, I would look up to accept their invitation to bring down the house. Before beginning, I look around at the broken furniture around me. They were victims of power of loud music and a kid with a plastic guitar in his hand.
I miss my little white box of love.