What day is it?
Tuesday the 29th of November of the year 2016.
Yes. Yes, I'd be lost without you my friend. I'd be lost. And here's a lil tip, lookup "rhetorical" sometime.
Rhetorical? I know rhetorical. In fact, my middle name is....
*Looks at him questioningly.. With a frown*, yes, I'm bad at this stuff.
Oh, right. You can stop frowning now, don't want them wrinkles messing your pretty face now, do you?
*Blushes* well, I-
Ohkay, now hon, you don't have to answer because that..*dramatic pause* was rhetorical and *que drum roll* sarcastic. Ba Dum Tss.
Alter ego 1-0 Ryan
You think this is a fucking game Robert? Huh? HUH?
Err..
Dammit Robert. God dammit. You'd one damn job and you couldn't keep it to yourself.
Okay, I'm gonna do us all a favor while I ask who the hell is Robert?
Nevermind.
Hey fam, everything alright?
*Did I just hear "fam".* Yeah.. I guess.
Just another one of your mood swings?
You'd to let everyone know.. Didn't ya? Well..Uh huh.
Okay. Lemme tell you something. It's been 19 years and you're here. You're here right now. That problem you'd those years ago? The one that happened in the past month? Last week? Where are they? That's right. They're gone. And do you remember a time when they weren't gone? No. It all passes. Time is beautiful. Time heals. In fact you're over a lot of your problems that you don't even remember them. Carpe Diem and if you still can't hold it. Let it out. Open the flood gates-
Dafaq did I just hear. Wait... Have a break while I take a moment to comprehend this bullshit.
I wasn't done. Or.. You could always not give a fuck, work hard, be lazy, get a damn job and a triumph or a Harley or a damn Lambo and let the ride take you where it takes you while having Shawarmas..or cheese burger if you prefer?
Okaaaay. Now, that's more like it.
Thank you. 324 words and not a word that suggested anything of the storyline and you wonder why you lose viewers. Why are you being so vague?
That's my secret captain, I'm always vague. *Transforms into AAAAAGGHHHH*
Was that-
Yes. Yes. Absolutely. Necessary.
God bless the ones who understood that.
Amen.
Shit.
We did it again. Stuff like this breaks the flow and then we've to find something new to write about.You don't say.
What?
You're supposed to-
I know. Remember that time when I mentioned having my dreams and then how I was going for the talk?
Err..-
Not you hon.
Oh, okay.
Anyway, after the first and second dreams being a week apart, I was counting on the third one and in a way I wasn't disappointed, I guess.

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Teen FictionMy name is Ryan O Connor and this, is my story.