I am an ex-junkie. It is not a part of my past that makes me proud. Nevertheless, and for better or worse, it has shaped my mind into what my fellow bleacher creatures read every time they click on one of my articles.
It was bad. Rather, I was bad.
My addiction cost me friends and family members, but I didn't care so long as I found that next fix.
Politics, theology, the media—anything that had a hint of conspiracy. I was hooked and prided myself on being more informed than anyone else.
I constantly repeated that old cliché, "There is a fine line between genius and insanity."
After taking an official I.Q. test, imagine my dismay upon discovering my score of a mere 64—this after posting numbers as high as 177 on various Internet versions.
So I compensated by reading as many articles on radical politics, the pitiful corporate media and the trash they shove down the throat of Americans. Who cares if Paris Hilton has a new puppy?
Sorry. I still fight demons.
On June 2, 2009, my life would be forever changed.
After staying up all night research...
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