15 Facts That Are Anything But Useless
I am the man who killed the girl with a golden heart. The woman who loved him. I'm not proud of what I have done to her, and it haunts me each and every day. My name is David. I was a college student in the United States until a few years ago.
The whole thing started on a cursed September morning I can remember as clear as day. That morning, I went down to breakfast and saw my roommate and good friend Jonathan sitting next to the window, drinking his morning coffee and looking lost in his thoughts. I had just gotten up, so I sat opposite him and started eating a bowl full of oats.
"What's that?" asked Jonathan.
"The thing they printed on the back of the menu. Here, look, it's a bunch of facts of some kind."
I had a look and then started reading. The list went like this: