time and space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 I remember, once, my mother telling me that at times when I would enter a room she would look on me with a brief confusion, not immediately recognizing her only son, little son, as I appeared in the door. Who is this person? - hairs on my face, a cigarette behind my ear, talking apocalyptically about God knows! - My poor mother!!

One short story I read in my early teens was about a man who accidentally sells his soul to the devil by failing to read the fine print twined betwixt the lines of some online policy agreement. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The internet was so new then.