My Contribution to the Genre of Addiction Literature

In the grand tradition of De Quincey's Confessions of an Opium-Eater

I started stockpiling books at age 20. I’d ravage through used bookstores, looking for cheap classics, like the slakeless Charlie Chaplin ravaging through an audition room.

I accumulated so many books, people eventually started giving old paperbacks to me like you might drop your half-eaten sandwich on the homeless guy outside the restaurant.

I’m guessing…