I lost it. It wasn't part of me but then it was. I suppressed what I was thinking because I knew the feeling had to subside before making a wise choice about replacement. Oh there are similars out there that can do this and some of that. But like the just the tip remark, it can mean two different things even in the same mind. I searched and tried and retraced my steps but it looked like I was going to go through the summer thinking about my lost friend. But then you touched me. I could feel your guiding hand as I took steps that for a guy like me is the same as tap dancing on a tightwire. Stop - this is overstatement at its utmost. Nothing was lost but a few days of pixel mangling in the way I've been accustomed, mattering not, still ending up with plunk, schlock. But it was MY schlock and it diverts from the endless challenge. The you can't get there from here magnified by 100. Look, I'm a simple Boners guy and do whatever it takes to not end up feeling your guts will be used for garters. Whole lotta shakin' goin' on.