ScoopGods.com – I first met Steve Jobs when he opened his closet door in his Palo Alto home to find me standing there, pant-less, and wearing one of his many turtlenecks. I was immensely embarrassed but felt like a worshiped female goddess wearing the quintessential boyfriend’s shirt after a night of romantic, tear-flowing sex. And I’m a guy! Steve wasn’t so delighted and was actually pretty frightened. I took a quick fist right to the nose and I saw nothing but blackness. The geek knocked me out. When I came around, I was seated in a surprisingly ergonomic chair with my arms and legs free...
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