De Amerikaanse schrijver Jim Knipfel werd geboren op 2 juni 1965 in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Zie ook alle tags voor Jim Knipfel op dit blog.
Uit: Slackjaw: A Memoir
„I didn’t have an answer to her question. I had begun to notice that my failing eyesight — which in the past had affected me only at night — now was affecting me in the daytime as well. I couldn’t cut it in physics, I couldn’t cut it at the University of Chicago. So here I was in Madison, at the University of Wisconsin, a nondescript state school that would admit autistics if they could pay the tuition, studying philosophy, which wouldn’t do me a damn bit of good in the future. Those facts weren’t reasons, either.
“Any possible reasons you could give me?”
I was in it now. I might as well try. “I guess you could say I’m a fuck-up.”
“Yeah?” Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. She must have thought she was getting someplace, that she had finally broken through. “When was the last time you fucked up?”
“About five minutes ago, when I picked up the phone to call you.”
“That’s not very nice.” She was attempting to hold on to her sincerity.
“Sorry,” I said. I suppose I was, too, a little.
“Let’s try something else. Let’s turn things around. Tell me some of the things you like.”
I thought for a minute.
“I’m pretty hard-pressed to come up with anything just at this moment, ma’am.”
“C’mon, there must be something. You must have friends.”
“Nope.”
“None at all?”
“Nope”
“What about your family?” “My family’s cool. I’ve got nothing but kind things to say about them.”
Jim Knipfel (Green Bay, 2 juni 1965)
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