The first free computer game I fell for was solitaire. I remember that period only dimly. Young children (mine?) squalling in the backround, a wife (mine?) sobbing that this had gone on long enough, and me in my boxers, unshaven and attached like a human peripheral to the PC, playing hand after just-one-more-hand-please of that endless game. To this day, the computer-generated sound of a riffling card deck produces in me the kind of facial tics and palpitations that must be sadly familiar to cult deprogrammers, substance-abuse counselors and others in the desperate-cases business.
I'd like to say that I stopped,...
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