Working with his hands, Carter became perfectly focused; otherwise, his mind refused to sit still. “I think I have ADD,” he’d say. “I have something like that. I wander all over the fucking place.” By the time he reached college, he’d grown so used to not paying attention in class, and instead thinking about whatever he wanted to think about, that he would just make note of whatever book the professor was talking about so that he could go read it on his own later. There were exceptions, though. Times when Carter’s mind would lock into a problem, in the same way it did when he was fixing a car
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