They became like two boats passing in the night. Thats what Jack wrote now, he liked that. Thought it was good. When he got up from the desk it was time to brush his teeth and get ready to go outside. He cought sight of himself, he was older, and bit chubbier now, but not in a bad way. Solid maybe. Different than Jack Attack, but different than just Jack.
Outside he hurried to the pier. He had gotten the walk down to 8 minutes so he usually did 2 laps. To keep it about half an hour, any more he'd get too tired, any less, he'd stay antsy.
On the pier he could smell salt. He thought about adding that too another story. Salty air, yeah, salt. Everyone loves salt.
Now he was writing a love story it was always a love story. Where'd a guy would bump into a girl and just fall in love. Like their dogs would meet first, and then them, some shit like that.
There were only two other people on the website, and they just wrote about a Blue Man, and a place called
Westcity
.
He didn't like this, but they seemed to, so he kept writing. He wondered what they looked like.
