“Ok…” I said. “But…if Steve Jobs really sold his sex life…wouldn’t he be really messed up? He doesn’t look it.”

Tom made a groan of frustration.

“You have to be kidding me!” he said. “Steve Jobs is so messed up! Think about it, kid! Anyone you releases a hunk of hardware that has a price higher than it’s value has to have some serious angst built up!”

“What hunk of hardware are you talking about?” I asked.

“The iPhone.” Tom replied with a shiver.

The was a long pause.

“So…I guess you are a Microsoft kinda guy?” I asked.

Tom replied, “Yeah, I pretty much own the company. I can get them to do anything I want except keep my Xbox360 from red-ringing.”

“Oh.”