The summer of 1973 was a rough one. I had been mauled by a leopard and severely injured. My family took me up to our place in Grand Bend after the hospital to cheer me up. There were amusement rides for kids on the beach. I rode a little boat around a circle. A rainstorm came and everyone ran into the arcade. The operator turned off the ride, and the kids all jumped out. I couldn't, because my leg was heavily bandaged. I remember just floating in a circle and seeing everyone staring at me in the arcade. And that, my friends, was the birth of my ennui.