B. J. Thompson
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

I rather liked the communication gamble back then, and the fear it ignited in you if you interrupted either…

You assumed by either interupting your Mom’s call to Aunt Agnes (who she only called once a year out of guilt) or interrupting your brother’s connection to a bulletin board occupied solely by Leisure Suit Larry gamers that Einstein’s fabric of time and space would bear another tear and shit would fall into black holes you couldn’t see and barely knew about because if you missed last night’s NOVA programme on said, and forgot to tape it — yesss, on actual video tape, hence the origin of the verb — you were forever academically stunted.

The fun has been sucked right out of stress these days with the sure fire connection to people and games.

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B. J. Thompson

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North-Irish-Canadian literary novelist who yearns to hack out tales on either side of Cocktail Hour...