Timmy and his girlfriend were over. Timmy asked me if I had a copy of my book he could read. I told him I didn't have one with me. Then he asked what I was reading. George R.R. Martin, a book of 1000 pages and he and his girlfriend say that they'd never finish it because they can't read more than five pages at a time. They only read magazines. Then what the fuck was he asking about my book for. He asks about it whenever he comes over, because he says he wants to read it. No magazine reader is going to read my book.
What a tool. Reading is such a huge part of my life, and I'm so glad that it's come back in full force in the last year or so. It was gone for a bit and I was very, very sad. I don't know how I managed!
I just can't imagine a mind filled only with cartoons, commercials, celebrity magazines and church. How can that be fulfilling or content? No wonder so many people get Alzheimer's. I'd try to forget everything as soon as I could too.
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