Mason Andrew Hamberlin

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Previews, Reviews, Walkthroughs, and Now This When I was seven, I wrote my first (and only) suicide note. My parents had grounded me for playing with Legos on a Sunday. I was fed up with their rules about secular toys and media. My sister, with whom I shared a room, narc-ed. Above all, my seven-year-old life wasn’t worth living because video games weren’t allowed in our house.

The Claws That Type the Text: Ander Monson’s Predator: A Memoir, a Movie, an Obsession Things I fear I might crush: bugs just doing their thing, balloons (for sensory purposes), a finger in a careless weightlifting accident, the ribs of my new four-pound puppy. (The li’l fuck has an adorable death wish—every time I take out the trash, he ducks and hurdles and laps my boots as many times as caninely possible, as if death-foot were his favorite game.