I’ve been moaning about not reading enough since my early
teens, which now means that I’ve not read enough for more years than those when
I actually read enough. Although, it’s been so long since then that now I’m not
really sure if I ever did do the thing that I think I don’t do enough of now.
Which might explain my inability to construct an inviting opening paragraph,
not that two lines really constitutes a notable introduction anyway.
Instead of reading those ‘books’ - or anything else for that
matter - I did fun things like drinking
and having barbeques in places adolescents aren’t allowed to have barbeques. I
started smoking cigarettes, listening to loud, obnoxious music and learned to be
‘intimate’ with women. I played video games and attended house parties. I
sometimes read reviews to find out what video games to buy, and then I played
video games. I expelled a wide array of bodily fluids in an even wider array of
socially-unacceptable places. I saw a friend receive a blowjob in the middle of
a garden party. I consumed bodily fluids that weren’t my own. I saw the
aforementioned friend receive blowjobs in public on a number of other
occasions. I shit myself multiple times. I did all this while still at school,
when I should have been reading and expanding my mind, and to what end?
