My Life on the Net

I remember the first time I met you. It was on September 11th 1992 - my third year in life and my mother’s birthday party.

We met on the kitchen table with a white Chardonnay and I had a choice - white or red? But of course, nobody knew that was going to drink you. I discovered both of you, but my taste-buds were neither weathered or suited for your rich tastes - and you were found down the drain while I downed half a bottle of white.

Nobody knew that for the next fifteen years I would be on the light side and I would never sip the dark again. Yet, I find the dark side to be drawing me in after I bought a mixed case from Virgin.I embrace you, dark side - but not completely.

I will be neutral.