At first people said they admired me, as though it was some sort of principled position I was taking. I thought, yeah, you're admiring me now, but further down the line it's going to be, Who the fuck do you think you are to not have a mobile phone? And so it proved. Their love soon turned to hate.
If someone needs me, they can call my landline. I'm usually in the house anyway it's not as if I'm living off-grid. When I was a teenager, I quite liked the idea of being the next Mickey Spillane, the great American crime writer.
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