Includes fascinating portrayals of casual drug use at house parties, how the author/protagonist had conversations about post-punk while seeing his mate’s band perform at some shitty small venue, internal monologues about consumerism while observing people in a mall and that time when the protagonist had an epiphany about living in the moment while walking in the rain.
Hilarious. Completely stolen from Tumblr.
Thanks for the tip!
Which books is this supposed to apply to exactly, I mean if it’s so pervasive as to justify this generalisation there must be a long list that can be rattled off no doubt…