We still don't have the internet, and I'm still reading a lot. The wonderful thing about books is that when you're feeling sad and off-kilter you can always read about people who are 20,000 times more fucked up than you'll ever be. I just finished Blood Meridian and am halfway through Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and while I might still be smoking occasionally and eating too much chili from a can, at least I'm not scalping Indians and wearing their severed ears as a necklace or washing down 50 hits of acid with 2 quarts of alcohol every day. Right? I'm FINE.
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