…not badly enough I guess. If I wanted to be smart, I guess I would do something about it, like pay attention and sharpen my mental skills with tough tasks all the time. But I would rather space out and let a lot of things slip by…that’s what seems to happen. Some smarts, I guess you’re born with it, and if you don’t have it you never going to have it. Some smarts you can build up. Who cares? Me? No.
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