Today, I have a girlfriend I love. She reads a lot of books. It was one of the things that attracted me to her.
Today, I have a job that I love. It’s at an independent book store. The position is partly dependent on the condition that I read a lot of books and then recommend them.
I moved to a city I’ve loved since I laid eyes on it, because the girl I love who loves books moved out here.
I made a record of which I’m hugely proud - nobody else may give a shit about it, but I liked it enough to actually attach my name to it. I liked it so much I don’t even care that the laptop I made it on was stolen, rendering it unremasterable or remixable. It’s out there and it’s finished. t’s filled with loud guitars and big words to describe complicated feelings. A lot of these ideas came from reading about my favorite music, and thinking critically about it.
I don’t have the first idea what will happen to me or these things I love or my feelings about them in the next twelve months, or the next twelve days. But today everything good in my life is the result of my having re-embraced reading and critical thought.
I know my move to Chicago has been kind of like bragging, and I apologize for that. I just hope that you ultimately can’t fault me.
When I was a freshman in high school, I made a series of battle plans along with my older brother and his friends that detailed how we’d take out our entire school once we obtained guns and bombs.
This happened while huddled over my dining room table, and it was funny. We drew blueprints. We made maps. We organized lists of ammunition and inventory and all the different things we’d need to make our military raiding of our own school a success. We figured we’d all have cyanide pills to take ourselves out before we got arrested. We knew we had to take over the nurse’s office first – it’s where all the medical supplies were and it also had no windows, which made it a perfect place for our final showdown when we were inevitably backed in by police as we burned out in a blaze of glory in our bold last stand.
Man, I wish I would have written this.