My Friend Was Wounded

My friend was badly wounded. My friend is my phone, actually, and the display glass cracked. This would never have happened in the future!

It was innocent enough, this whole adventure. I put my friend on the night stand before going to sleep and when I woke up the next morning, the glass was cracked!

It was a tiny little crack, but it still drove me crazy. It was like a blemish on every beautiful photo on Instagram and every single page of flash fiction I read, the white background and the black typography. Why did it have to crack?!

I got some reinforced tampered gorilla glass with no-stains-or-money-back-guarantee glue. It took me seven tries to put it on. SEVEN! But I finally did it. And I put my phone in a cool-looking case, to protect it even more.

But alas! There are tiny little hairs behind the glass and I can see them. And the case makes it look chubby and ugly.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk