Books, they just kill me. The way you read them and they just make all the phonies in the world just go away. I love how books do that.
So, since it’s been about 100 hundred years since I was in high school, and since I have some time to kick around and all, I started rereading all those old books sitting there on my shelf. It’s been crazy, me reading all these books and stuff, but the part that gets me is I have really enjoyed myself. It’s been fun just hanging out with the old books.
It just about knocks me out too how much I forgot about them. I mean I remembered I liked them and all, but I couldn’t tell you why. I’m sort of glad I’m doing this, reading them that is. I think it’s good to get away from shooting the bull once in a while and be by myself and read. It’s a great escape and I mean, who doesn’t need to escape now and then for God’s sake.
Some really good interpretations of Escape are just a click away. It just kills me how good they are.