The line, why must I always end up waiting for the jumbo with the pizza platter stack of DVDs so high, you might consider her a credit risk. Not to mentionthe himbo weighted with possibly 10% of the graphic novel collection and the loud asian girl little mermaid game in hand reciting her every thought to the world. I guess you don't care, to you I'm just another sorry case. Nothing too shocking, another ratepayer in the depths of addiction - an addiction in this case sated by the PRM (Peoples Republic of Moreland) library system.

My own money run out long ago. I guess you could say I have an addictive personality. As a young child while worryingly enamoured with Dr Seuss, my parents were more concerned with stemming my electric soap "issue". Even today I won't let my reserves of that refreshing bath and shower sensation fall below a spare ten pack. It goes on like that, with a long stint as a repeating Sync Gym subscriber. Those of you who have dabbled in "sync" and I'm told it is a significant percentage of the population, will most likely agree with me, being part of the "sync" machine feels good - maybe a little too good for a weak soul such as myself.

But enough of the substitutes. With high-school in the dim past and salad days spent, out of the parents domicile and a job starter, I began with weekend treks to Minator - for hardback editions. While my brain of-course has suffered due to my excesses I can still remember early highs with Robert Heinlein's "Time enough for love" and William Gibson's "Neuromancer".

Not out of choice but economic constraint, like many, as my shelves filled and my wallet emptied I had to cross over from the organic to synthetic product. With cheap credit I strapped an LCD around my neck and hung around offices for a hint of WIFI signal, ravenously consuming RSS feeds from the likes of Pop17, TFOT (the future of things) and Techcrunch. My eyes wide with the cheap stream of bitmap characters, I snuggled up to my processor in-between trips to an unwatched power-point for battery top-ups.

Cooked up in homes and offices across the US and shipped in packets across the world these feeds while tasty sap both mind and body in equal measure. It was but a few years and my constitution was weakened beyond reckoning. So adverse was my physical persona that I shied away from streaming my own cam visage to others and never to myself. But as it goes big brother was watching.

Now while I wait interminably in line for my take-home fix, I silently thank god I was recognised as a hopeless case.. and given a library card.