Stephen King played a big part in my coming back to reading after the fiasco that was my middle school education. When I finished catching up with Harry Potter, I started seeking out other “real books” to read (as opposed to the nonsense and garbage that was forced onto me in my English classes).
Whatever the reason, my poetry career has greatly benefited from the fact that, from the ages of 7 to 23, I could fall in love at the drop of a hat. The girls and women I fell in love with have walked away from this experience with mixed results.
I was more upset about being dumped than I thought I would be, especially considering that I was still pretty unsure about her. Yeah, she was pretty, but she wasn’t funny! It’s not that she didn’t have a sense of humor—she thought I was funny—but how do you have multiple extended conversations with someone who isn’t funny?
I think I knew going into that summer that I was about to end things, but I wanted to enjoy a few more months of fun and sex and I didn’t have the nerve to face a summer where half of my friends hated me for hurting Aeris, which was unavoidable.
I wrote this unfinished, unpublished article for a small video game and entertainment website that is still in operation today, and pretty successful for its size. I had been out of college for six months and was unemployed, depressed, and living with my parents (incredibly, there isn’t a huge demand for philosopher-poets in the workforce).