Where it all began... the introduction.
Around about twenty years ago I was on the brink of what some people like to call adulthood, which is to say, I'd become old enough to no longer have an excuse for any subsequent delinquent behavior. The standard age at which adulthood actually starts seems to slip further and further back with each new generation of humans. On average, it would seem human babies are about the least prepared, most ill-equipped babies of the entire animal kingdom. What other animal takes 18 years to percolate under the tutelage of its elders before being deemed mentally capable of making decisions for itself? The only near equivalent would be some really slack elephants and a few home-schooled orangutans that just can't seem to get off the tit. But not me. I was born ready or at least I'd always thought so. I was not the brightest nor the dullest of teenagers though I fancied myself the philosophical type. I could've been a great thinker had I ever applied myself. Instead I fell mo...