Return to 1993

I finally know what it means to be coherent and not fluent, so I read the first few chapters, and my brain was buzzing. The part about selling beer and arguing with the boss probably only the author knew what he was talking about. It was too confusing and I abandoned it.

I write everywhere, wherever I think of it, like a primary school student keeping a journal, and I treat the things from the supply and marketing cooperative as if they are my own, and I can deal with them casually.