There’s nothing in this world you can’t turn into heroin.
—Get Him to the Greek
At our last draft, Steph asked me what was new. It was weeks since we played, but nothing came to mind, and it felt strange to have no updates at all. It was only a few months ago that things fell apart. Things had been changing quickly ever since.
And then, all of a sudden, stability.
Meanwhile, I’ve picked up an obsession with sorting my Magic cards. Darren came by a few weeks ago and he gave me his collection, which we both started around high-school. I have about 8000 cards now, ordered by rarity, colour, block, and alphabetically, which took me the greater part of a week. There’s no denying how satisfying it is to have a neat and organized set, where I can quickly find a card instead of going through random handfuls.
I also started watching Cops, seasons 20–24, non-stop. A strange addiction1 for a reality TV show that’s no doubt biased in favour of law enforcement and against low-income citizens, but not glorified with a narrator, a soundtrack, or any monetary incentives. After watching the same episodes a few times, I feel like I have some intimate insight into the people who choose to break the law, and those who make careers out of stopping them.
They’re signs that I’m a glutton now, having to lose myself in something, whether it’s being productive or social or happy.
Love used to be my drug of choice, but nowadays it’s anything I can get.
- I used to see an episode here and there when I was a kid, but it was never with any frequency, and I haven’t seen one in years. I have no idea why I find it so fascinating now. [↩]