The indestructible Nokia erupted in my pocket like some kind of deranged electronic bat — one of those primitive relics from the digital Stone Age with a ringtone that hit the nervous system like a sugar-fueled Saturday morning cartoon binge. Christ! It was the auditory equivalent of having a possessed Coleco handheld game thrashing in […]
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