Jardene

[Kent Davis]

I labored over a tale about a guy named Jardene writing a story.

I was surprised when I realized that Jardene was writing a story about me. He had started his story off with his character(me) in the morning on a Thursday sitting down to write.

I began to realize that I could not recall anything earlier than this morning. And this was Thursday.

Then, as some guy said, things began to get strange.

I reviewed what I had written -- Jardene sitting down to write. I had described nothing about exactly what he was writing. I had avoided naming Jardene’s character for him, and Jardene had not yet assigned any names.

I pulled my driver’s license from my wallet and found that the line for the name was blank, only the address and other usual data were filled in, with information I didn’t recognize. At this point it was not completely surprising.

It became time for a little experiment.

I hacked away at the keyboard decsribing Jardene expanding his character as a rich fellow, popular in town, and active in local social betterment groups. As I finished that set of paragraphs, I immediately got a warm feeling of self-worth, and knew I was well regarded by others.

I opened the desk drawer, pulled out a financial statement, and noted an investment balance of over four million dollars. Yeah.


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