But it gets worse. I’ve started doing it with books now. A secondhand one arrived yesterday from Amazon. No idea why I sent for Budding Prospects by T. Coraghessan Boyle.
I’ve always been a quitter. I quit the Boy Scouts, the glee club, the marching band. Gave up my paper route, turned my back on the church, stuffed the basketball team. I dropped out of college, sidestepped the army with a 4-F on the grounds of mental instability, went back to school, made a go of it, entered the front row, took notes assiduously, bought a pair of horn-rims and quit on the eve of my comprehensive exams. I got married, separated, divorced. Quit smoking, quit jogging, quit insurance, showing pornographic films in an art theatre in Boston. When I was nineteen I made frantic love to a pinch-faced, sack bosomed girl I’d known from high school. She got pregnant. I quit town. About the only thing I didn’t give up on was the summer camp.
Let me tell you about it ………
It isn’t my usual reading material but so glad the universe or whatever it was instructed me to acquire it.
I suppose you’re all saying “imagine not knowing about T.C. Boyle” just like my flatmate K did. But I don’t mind, it’s never too late to play catch up.