Another blasé music pirate.

So I ripped that Fatherless and the Widow CD into my iMac, and I was listening to the new MP3s over my extemely loud speakers. A hallmate stopped by briefly to listen in. He could have heard it from his room, but he’s a Sixpence fan.

“I have that CD,” he said.

“I just bought it,” I said.

“You should have told me,” he said. "I could have let you have my CD."

“You don’t want it any more?” I asked.

The look on his face indicated he didn’t want to give it up.

“To have or to pirate?” I asked.

“To make a copy,” he said, as if that was a third option.

“I would much rather have a legal copy,” I said.

He left, shaking his head as if I was incomprehensible.

Typical.