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Chapter 1
The year was 2003, the country was killing a bunch of brown people in some God forsaken desert, and life was uneventful as usual for a man named Jack Turner.

 

Jack was staring deeply into his four-dollar gin and tonic, stirring it over and over and over again with his little black straw while herested his head on his left fist as he leaned tiredly against the bar. He was lost deep in existential contemplation, but thanks to the lowlevel of intellectual thought around him, Jack was able to maintain a conversation with his friend using only half his brain stem and hisadrenal gland. Jack left ten dollars on the bar and got up and started walking to the door.

 

Jack, like many other unfortunate lonely pasty white Americans, needed to be loved in order to justify his existence,  and being a pasty whiteAmerican, he had no culture to become immersed in, ethnic or otherwise.He felt very, very alone.

 

Jack stepped outside and was greeted by snow flying sideways slapping at his cheeks, turning his whole face bright red. He lit a cigarette and began walking forward with his face turned downwards in order to avoid the wind.

 

“Yeah yeah, fuck you too Chicago” he grumbled with the cigarette stuck firmly in the corner of his mouth.
He continued walking for a few minutes with his head down when he ran into someone, causing both parties to fall into the dirtybrown snow.

 

“Sorry ‘bout that, here, let me help you.”
Jack got up quickly and extended his hand to a heavily bundled college girl with longstraight brown hair and circular wire-rimmed glasses.
“Thanks.”
The girl turned around and knelt down to pick up the papers that she dropped during the collision.
“Here, let me help.”
Jack picked up the papers and noticed that they were pages to a book in progress.
“You writing a book?”
“Yeah, well, sort of.”
“That’s pretty cool, what’s it about?”
 “Nothing really, I’m not really a writer.”
“That’s okay, I’m not really a reader.”
“Well, it’s about a country girl lost in a big city, kind of a fish out of water type of story.”
“Oh yeah? You a country girl?”
“No, I’m from Los Angeles.”
“No kidding, I happen to be from the big stink as well.”
“Oh yeah?” the girl looked up smiling at him. “What part?”
“Pasadena, you?”
“Palos Verdes.”
“Ah, rich girl huh?”
The girl looked back down “Sorry, I have to run.”
“Oh come on, wait a second” Jack called out as she was walking away from him.
“Nice meeting you” she yelled back at him while walking away.
He watched her walk away and then turned back around and startedwalking slowly back towards his apartment. He stopped again and looked back to watch her round the corner.

 

“You see? This is why you’re a miserable, lonely prick,” he mutteredto himself as he continued his walk towards the apartment building.