During my junior year of high school, my Contemporary Literature teacher, Mr. Kuklinski, gave the class two reading options: A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess or Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
Little did I realize at the time that either choice could lead me down the road to ruination, a path I’m fairly certain I would have stumbled upon on my own with a little effort. But still, it’s nice to