Switching Gear

Don’t look at me like that. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore, it’s just…well, there are better options out there. Bigger openings. I’ve found that you can be a little narrow. And it’s such a bother to have to carry you around with me everywhere. I can’t even latch you on to something else to make it more conducive to how I work. I need flexibility and something that doesn’t make such a fuss if I drop it every now and then. I’m going to bequeath you to my little cousin. He’s still young and has much to learn.