I'm having a really hard time throwing away my old television. I got a new tv from my dad for Christmas. My previous tv has been my tv for the past 12 years. It's been my only tv. I got it when I started college and dragged it around with me to every apartment, city, state, storage room, building, roommate's house, etc. that I've lived in since then. I've never owned another tv. I've thrown beer cans at it, stayed up late watching movies with friends with it, dropped it a few times, had stuff spilled all over it, it's survived parties, etc. etc. We've had some times. It always kept on ticking. Eventually technology passed it up in the last couple of years and the picture began to look like shit. I had to whack it on the side all of the time to get somewhat of a clear picture. I think that my dad got tired of doing this when he came to visit me last time, so he decided that I would be getting a new tv for Christmas. So, as I unplugged the old tv for the very last time I got hit with a jolt of sadness. I sat and reflected on all of the times we've had together, my old tv and I. After all those years of loyal service, good times and bad, my old tv has become part of my life. Turning that tv off for the last time was almost as sad as when I watched my truck that I had driven for 13 years be towed off to the junk yard. All of those memories just towed away right in front of me. I'm happy as hell to have the new fancy flat screen tv, but it's just not my old tv. I miss it already. The old tv is broken though. It was dying. It's not worth doing anything with. But it's just sitting here in the corner now and I can't bring myself to carry it down to the dumpster.