Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless

In college my parents had no interest in helping me out with a cell phone, especially since they had not accepted the technology themselves. So for purposes of survival I was forced into the prepaid wireless cell phone ripoff.

It looked a little like this piece of futuristic technological magic, but without the fancy side grips:

"What's that? No dude. Who uses livewire anymore? I've got KaZaa."

Anyway, I always felt some shame at not having a "real" cell phone (somehow the fact that it was like $5 to check my voicemail didn't bother me as much). It also lacked the street cred of a pager, which, while infinitely more gangsta, was totally impractical as pay phones had just jumped to 34 cents, and it's not like calling a bunch of long distance cell phone numbers was practical on a pay phone anyway.

But, now, in 2008, the prepaid wireless finally get's its just desserts as a instrument of drug dealing owned solely by violent immigrant drug dealers and terrorists.



Yeh, a bricolage* of Sri Lankan world beat, the Streets, some Clash sampling, the style of 2 Live Crew, and finally my Motorola $20 a month minimum get's some well earned 'thuglife' points.

Most of this is just a warm up to the hum-dinger.

*Entertaining AND Educational, its Infotainment!

**The Beastie Boys are not cool, they had that Sabotage video, and that's it, seriously, not cool.