J is for Jack

I remember a family trip to Florida, having just bought a new Jerky Boys CD and suffering through the car ride home because I had my Discman but forgot my headphones. This was a time before white earbuds could be found with reasonable probability just by opening a glove compartment or checking one's pocket. At some point during this car ride I remember turning up the Discman's volume to its maximum and holding the empty headphone jack to my ear, straining to hear my beloved prank phone calls squeaking through.

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