I didnt go to college for a year after high school, I never actually applied, I took my talents to a dusty basement in downtown Mesa Arizona and did the service work shuffle for about a year. I kept reading though. It was during this time where I figured out that it is incredibly hard for me to read on a screen, and that I was actually struggling and not everyone had the same issues reading on a screen. My eyes bounce around too much, and if I dont have a pen to mark where I am at I will forget and have to reread. I didnt solve the issue at this time, instead I traded in my digital reading for hardcover once more. A desperate attempt to reclaim what I only got a year prior. I was too poor to afford a bookshelf so I just stacked books on my floor, which sounds like a manageable idea until a routine 2 am trip to the fridge for some water turns into a two act tragedy where my foot meets Wallace and my chin meets concrete.
