I sold my iPhone today. Wasn't all that sad, just disappointed. There was so much hope in my hands when I held it. But now I'm just disappointed. It was Unix in a cool sleek package. As if I'd donned a sleek pair of new sun glasses. This is what geeks like me dream of. Now I'm simply disappointed. I have fond memories of the first time I jailbroke it. Installed NMap, SSH and Metasploit. Shelling into its green screen goodness was oh so comforting. Its use of apt-get never ceasing to amaze. But now I'm utterly disappointed. At first, every time I saw another iPhone user, I felt a kinship to him or her. Until I saw the Yo-Yo punk with the iPhone who berated his girlfriend on the subway. The stout, past middle-aged businessman trying to hang on to his youth. The teeny bopper whose every word smacked of bubble gum twang. I no longer felt a kinship and now I'm both indifferent and disappointed. I really tried to love it -- and I came real close, but I had to let go. You see, something came in between me and my iPhone's budding romance. The evil big brother. Now I'm angry and disappointed. Big Brother tore us apart. For all the goodness the iPhone represented, big brother countered with its advertising lies. Its poor, unreliable and sometimes non-existent service and its inept customer reps. I felt imprisoned not empowered by big brother's more bars in more places, always mindful of their unconstitutional and devilish pact with the NSA. Now I'm paranoid and disappointed. Yesterday I canceled my service after 30 dropped calls in one day. My iPhone is really an ipod that only occasionally works as a phone. Never failing to fail me when I need it most. Now I'm frustrated and disappointed. I'm happy to be rid of the cancer. Tomorrow, I'll be happily disappointed with Verizon.