I get a couple of books in my mailbox every week. Some weeks more than a couple. Most weeks they’re books I have no interest in ever reading, and some weeks I get books I would’ve shelled out $50 for, six months before their release date.
I receive enough free books in the mail that if I read them all, I would never have to buy a book again. This seems ridiculously unfair, considering that not only do I have enough money now to buy books (and I buy quite a lot, because, hey, they’re a tax writeoff), but when I actually had time to read them, I couldn’t afford them, and nobody wanted to send me any. (Thank God for the library.)
In the movie Love Actually, Billy Mack, an aging rock star, is told by some TV show hosts to keep it clean because they are broadcasting live and children are watching.
Billy straightens up and says, “Hi kids. Here’s an important message from your Uncle Billy: Don’t buy drugs.”
He turns to smile at the hosts, who look relieved. Then he turns back to the camera, goes slack, and says, “…become a pop star and they give them to you for free!”