alright, at long last here is the story squeek's been dying for me to tell.

a few years ago, my mom, my middle sister and her youngest son came down here to help me move to my new apartment. we went and packed everything up at the old place, and circumstances dictated that we stay in the new empty apartment that night. my nephew was pretty young then, about five or so? and i suppose it's pretty easy for any of us to get disoriented in a new place, but perhaps even more so when you're a wee pup. anyway, we showed him where the bathroom was and left the light on with the door cracked just a bit. then we spread sleeping bags and blankets out on the bare floor and settled down for the night.

in the very early hours of the morning, i wake up to some terrible commotion from the other room. my sister is shouting and flipping on lights and rushing around the dining room like a madwoman. i stagger into the room, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, but i can't make any sense of anything. my nephew is standing there with his pants down and looking very guilty, and my sister is holding my little radio thing and there is some liquid just pouring out of the bottom of it ...

yes, you are correct, sir. little nephew got disoriented in the night ... had to tinkle ... and the rest is liquid-death-of-a-piece-of-electronics history.

poor thing is gonna have to hear that story a thousand times at least. i mean, it was just so effin hilarious! there is nothing in this apartment, it is just empty, man, and he finds the one and only item in the whole place and lets fly square (squah) on the thing. ahh good times, good times ...