A virtual no life

I was leaving for university the next day. As I lay on the beach listening to the Jam I blew smoke into the air and gazed at the stars. I struggled to control my emotions: I often felt alone, detached, and at odds with society. I was a teenager—naive concerning much of the adult world, my knowledge of women gained from the problem pages of Woman’s Own magazine, of drugs from Neil Young lyrics, and of sex …