Photos: Alex Cranz/Gizmodo

Last Friday, for the first time in my adult life, I bought a new phone before the current phone had a chance to drown in a toilet or was mysteriously smashed to shit somewhere deep in blackout. I was punished for this pretense of competence.




My fingertips, and my heart, are filled with shattered glass. I haven’t even had the time to empirically complain about the purged headphone jack. Here are the things responsible for this incident:

Topshop MOTO Denim Western Jacket (grey) and its ridiculous front pockets

and its A soft and clear Native Union case bought in a hurry at the Union Square Best Buy because I’m “responsible.” It’s not this case, stops covering


I should have seen it coming, and I did, in slow motion, as my phone landed face flat on the pavement with a soft crunch.

That’s that. I just hope I remembered to buy one of those new AppleCare plans. Messy.

