His Revisionist Memory

I remember my first 1G iPhone. Like a meal you have to wait for, or a line outside a club, the fact that I stood in line for hours made the first time I swiped to unlock the phone that much sweeter.

Dude, WTF are you talking about?  I picked you up at the airport and drove you to the Daly City AT&T store, and then the Colma store.  It was like 6:30PM at night and we both got black iPhones with 4GB of memory because the white iPhones with 8GB of memory were already LONG GONE.  We both each paid $500 someodd and had to (beknownst to us at the time) renew our AT&T contracts for 2 years.

So you actually *DIDN’T* wait in line, and both of our phones were bricked for 24 hours, except mine was bricked ALL WEEKEND, and I was sad and making you sad because I couldn’t mess with my phone too.  It was a fucking BUMMER.  So much of a BUMMER, in fact, I sold my phone to one of your VCs 3 weeks later after I got mine because I just wanted my trusty Blackberry back and because I was over it.

Just saying.

I know the revised story makes for a better essay, but I’m just saying that it’s not factual.