8. UNNAMED

The author, at this point, considered taking the path of ease and leisure, and merely post chapter 8, The Author Uses up Space Again. However, the author found himself indisposed toward the change he would experience in transferring from the lands of hardship and difficulty to the lands of ease and leisure. For this reason, this chapter will actually have content of some sort, hopefully more of the sort that might be experienced in a revisit to chapters two through five, say. However, as the author is merely writing this off as he thinks of it, one can't be sure what will come out. In all likelihood, he will continue rambling aimlessly as he now is. For shame.

One of Jack's greatest reasons not to enter the girl's life in any way (fool that he was, not to enter in a less involved way) was that he feared that he would as avidly and as deeply fall in love with another girl the minute he set eyes on her. The author can divulge, at this point, he thinks, that this is precisely what will happen. However, the author is more the confident that he is less accurate than medicine in the tenth century. For this reason, one can almost reasonably assume that this book will end happily with Jack and the girl side-hugging conveniently in front of an exaggeratedly bright and beautiful sunset. Needless to say, life just isn't that way, sometimes.

The author also must mention, at this time, that this book, or, rather, story, is one work-in-progress that the author intends to take a long time. This story is unraveling as slowly and surely as anyone's life, and so one can't really expect it to end any time soon, either as a story, or as a composition. That said, the author might go ahead and do the best he can to continue to confuse you about events past and present.

As the author was saying, one of Jack's greatest reasons not to enter the girl's life, specifically in any way romantically oriented, was that he was reasonably sure she would soon be only one of many. His sureness that he'd found "true love," whatever that means, was little, to say the least. His emotion was great, doubtless, but he was wary of emotion, in general.


The author must, at this point, call this chapter totally incomplete, and digress for a while. If you EVER want to see more of Ketchup, I'd BETTER FIND OUT.

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