THE UTTER genius OF STUPIDITY
Maybe not at that moment since I was still embracing stupidity without any tangible benefits until much, much later into my life. For example, as a teenager inserting my middle name, Jeffrey, in the block marked ‘center name’ on all of my secondary school exam papers. Then there was the time when as a police officer protecting a night-time crime scene, I needed to take a piss and broke a rib in the process. In the flickering light of the torched stolen car, I retreated ever so slightly into the adjacent wooded area, unzipped, and promptly fell headfirst into a ditch lodging my aircraft aluminum baton firmly into my ribcage. But before I could really reach a satisfactory conclusion on the potential of stupidity as a route to latent genius I was curious to discover if any of my friends had experienced similar bouts of stupidity. And what better way than to harness the foolishness of two young Harvard University buddies who conceived a classmate rating game that
