losing my edge

one summer night, after watching RV (jojoooo...) we went into a nearby borders (for the uninitiated, that's a chain of bookstores in the US). funny thing is that while borders is indeed a bookstore, they sell music cds as well. however, that's not my point.

so i went to the store's second floor and quickly found the books about wrestlers. (it's annoying how our bookstores don't have a lot of books in that genre.) browsing through the autobiographies of HHH, shawn michaels, eddie guerrero (which i vow to purchase when i return to the US), and ric flair, i thought i would never find what i was looking for, until...

i found it, sitting there in the shelf, lost in other books, what seemed to be the last copy of "adam copeland on edge", edge's autobiography! it was in paperback (i always wanted it hardbound) but what the hell, who cares!

once i found the book i could not drop it. i immediately went out and bought it. i was enthralled with it, and quickly found that the book's reviews were indeed true - it was fresh and down-to-earth, complimented by edge's writing style that is witty and untainted by technology (he wrote the whole thing in longhand, on paper). it was full of euphemisms and similes that just plain amused the hell out of me. trust me, it's a good read and i'd be willing to lend it to anyone who's interested.

the book would become my bible for the rest of the summer, eventually becoming the inspiration for my own writing style, before it was blunted by hundreds of essays on quizzes and long tests. (i used the "candid" writing style on every test that had an essay part back then... and then LCLE happened.)

and now, i want to incorporate that style again. summer is the time. i've got to practice and keep reading new material from edge, thanks to his blog which i've just discovered tonight. it's now.

'til then, friends.