I am at the moment listening to the very first Heavy album I bought, Metallica's Reload. What memories.
I was... 15-16 or so. I knew everything I ever needed to know about anything. I was the smartest, damn well most intelligent being on planet earth.
I had never had sex, never had to make life-altering decisions, (as such, apart from having to choose between my mom and dad during their divorce, and the ensuing brainwash) I spent most of the waking day, and most of the night, in my room, alone, playing on my brand new computer, or reading. (I must have been 16 then, as I got 10.000 kroner from my dad, which I subsequently spent on a crap PC on that particular birthday, in an attempt to buy me off. Or so it seems at least, as neither my brother nor sister got anything.)
I was... 15-16 or so. I knew everything I ever needed to know about anything. I was the smartest, damn well most intelligent being on planet earth.
I had never had sex, never had to make life-altering decisions, (as such, apart from having to choose between my mom and dad during their divorce, and the ensuing brainwash) I spent most of the waking day, and most of the night, in my room, alone, playing on my brand new computer, or reading. (I must have been 16 then, as I got 10.000 kroner from my dad, which I subsequently spent on a crap PC on that particular birthday, in an attempt to buy me off. Or so it seems at least, as neither my brother nor sister got anything.)
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