She looked over and smiled. These kinds

She looked over and smiled. These kinds of tricks were the reason why she came. Jim was the kind of guy that would find a way to deliver perfection in any circumstance. Tonight,

it was, like so many times, just pure Joy. Joy on top, Joy on bottom, Joy hanging from the chandelier in the kitchen. Joy was spread around like so much honey on

a piece of warm toast. There was no telling what would happen if Joy was not in the world.

I had to find Joy and keep her here. If only there was some way of moving away from the others, this is no laughing matter but

geeks flooded the cafeteria with jazz hands and

proceeded to parade around the tables waving blinking iPhones and chanting Steve Job's name in high pitched monotones. The lead geek stopped and

grabbed his chest. He felt a cold empty feeling as he fell towards the floor. His last glimpses where of Steve Job. his god, holding a heart in his hand. Now whose could that be?

Job's eyes glowed behind his wire frames. He held the heart high, then hurled it to the crowd of screaming fanbois. Zune couldn't save me now, and Steve had abandoned me, Or so

the story so often goes. One last time, I took out Steve's note, in his perfect cursive. This time I opened it: "Whatever you do, do NOT give away your heart"