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I had been a happy JH13 owner for over a year. I took them everywhere, fell asleep with them, took them on planes, trains, and automobiles. I remembered my JH13's anniversary.
That was all before I discovered the glaring fault with the JH13's.
They are small.
I lost them.
The first place I looked was the last place I would look, but since I looked there first it wasn't there.
I've been looking around the house for the last couple of weeks, thinking they're bound to show up, they couldn't have just up and left, but no dice. They're gone. This would never happen to my LCD-2's.
I'm looking out the window wistfully, reminiscing about the good days, when a soda was a nickel and a new pair of portable headphones wouldn't run over 1K. It's raining outside, but I can't tell if the audio gods are commiserating with me or making a day on which I already had a horrible realization even worse. If only it had an RFID chip in it. Or maybe if the artwork just had my name and number on it. Maybe I should have been like one of those kids with the mittens attached to their coats with strings. But what if's won't make them come back. I was careless, I got burned, and now I've lost all innocence in this frightening world and become a jaded, cynical shell of my former self, dismissing dreams, hopes, and aspirations in favor of a smoky lounge and a perpetually half-empty glass of scotch.
I'd listen to some depressing music to further fuel my spiral into this abyss of despondence, but I don't have my JH13's to listen to it on.
I am sad.
That was all before I discovered the glaring fault with the JH13's.
They are small.
I lost them.
The first place I looked was the last place I would look, but since I looked there first it wasn't there.
I've been looking around the house for the last couple of weeks, thinking they're bound to show up, they couldn't have just up and left, but no dice. They're gone. This would never happen to my LCD-2's.
I'm looking out the window wistfully, reminiscing about the good days, when a soda was a nickel and a new pair of portable headphones wouldn't run over 1K. It's raining outside, but I can't tell if the audio gods are commiserating with me or making a day on which I already had a horrible realization even worse. If only it had an RFID chip in it. Or maybe if the artwork just had my name and number on it. Maybe I should have been like one of those kids with the mittens attached to their coats with strings. But what if's won't make them come back. I was careless, I got burned, and now I've lost all innocence in this frightening world and become a jaded, cynical shell of my former self, dismissing dreams, hopes, and aspirations in favor of a smoky lounge and a perpetually half-empty glass of scotch.
I'd listen to some depressing music to further fuel my spiral into this abyss of despondence, but I don't have my JH13's to listen to it on.
I am sad.