Happiness

If you do the math there were 2,460 games played in the NBA last season by all 30 teams. I bore witness to nay a single live broadcast of any of them. If all life is suffering, for all life is craving, then it seems that I was truly living in the interim period where a lack of broadband internet in the home and no TV led to the situation of reading box scores like a horoscope. The highlight of my basketball viewership while in buttfuck, Andalucía was watching former NBA rotation/Stanford Cardinal Curtis Borchardt flush a few wide open dunks with authority, before leaving with a sprained right wrist. This led to a lot of speculative imagination as to the boyish reverie of watching a game with other fans, as well as trying to figure out the keystone to each team's bench players. Sitting and watching the Cavs shut down Dwight Howard was not particularly riveting, with dinosaurs roaming the Amway Arena lanes, there was not a single highlight play, yet I find myself smiling like a child.

The world is a big, scary place.

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Get this man his own serial.

Hey!

It would be too easy to say that I want nothing to do with all the assclowns who populated those high school halls, whose memories are fading faster with each and every breath, but come ON, I WAS one of those assclowns.

So, for one thing, John McCarthy makes the movies.

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