Late in summer 2001, my laptop wouldn't start. I don't remember why but I'm almost certain it was user error. I had it since I got to college, about a year and a half at that point.
I worked two jobs that summer, one for my grandpa and one for the Palo Alto Weekly. In my offtime, I took the laptop in to a Gateway store in the South Bay. The problem persisted. As I left for Bolivia to study abroad that fall, I gave it to mother to get fixed.
She sent it to their repair people in Texas.
Sept. 11, 2001, came and went.
Gateway said the computer had suspicious literature or material on it, according to my mother. They sent it back without a hard drive in it.
That sucked and I complained to no avail. I got a new hard drive and made copies of my files. My sister found one and joked about me hiding it from the government.
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I moved to Spanish Harlem with my girlfriend and this is what happened.
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