Remember when you woke up?

That point in life where consciousness shifted from childhoods’ self-centric view to a more self-aware worldly view of life, where the centre of all things migrated from inside oneself to about 6000km below your feet?

For me this was around the age of 12 or so.

EDIT: Kevin Smith puts it much better than I did (you jerk!) and i must heartily agree, Carlin at Carnegie was what seriously started it all for me (as well as the radio bits, they coincided that summer)

however…

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