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Cormac McCarthy's stuff. I have a total fucking boner for the guy. Depressing books or no, they're still amazing.
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I went to Borders the other day with the intention of buying
The Road. I picked up a couple of books for Abbey, grabbed a favorite book of mine that I had lost at some point, and went to the counter to pay. When the lady told me my total, I handed her my H&R Block card that I got when I did my taxes. She looks at the card and asks to see my i.d. I politely tell her that the card doesn't have my name on it. It just says H&R Block Customer. She says that she still needs to see my i.d. So I say, "Okay. I'll be happy to show it to you, but tell me this, What do you intend to learn from it?"
She says, "Fine. Have it your way." At this point, I realize that I forgot to grab
The Road. I take one look at the clerk's pinched, angry face, and realized that it would be best for me to just get it another time.