My first computer was an HP and it served me well for college. It had all of the functioning power of a word processor and user friendly to boot. I remember doing a lot of writing on that thing and have some truly wonderful memories getting creative while smashing the keys. I wrote hundreds of essays on that thing, and it got me through my associate’s degree with ease.
I also created New from the Grassy Knoll on that bad boy. Though short lived, it was a fun blog to tinker around with. I also used to stay up late and read Cracked articles and saved stories on my computer about the weird and the strange. Good times.
I remember having the worst sinus infection of my life, and the only thing that made me feel better came in the form of a large coke from a local fast food joint; similarly, trouncing myself with caffeine while reading articles about monsters and myths alleviated the pain.
Late one summer night, I drank an incredible amount of beer and pleasantly typed away when I suddenly got into a coughing fit. I coughed and coughed and coughed. I then suddenly covered my mouth. The explosion of vomit that frothed forth covered myself and the HP computer. I let it dry out over night after I cleaned every square inch of it off with the tools of the trade: Q-tips and paper towels.
No matter my precision-cleaning skills, it no longer work. I bought an Asus afterward because of how cheaply it could be purchased.
It sucked
