unfinished story 001

• September 29, 2002
• James Skemp
• prose

But the thing of it is, is that you cannot possibly know what that is like.

But I don't need to try it in order to know that I am not going to like it. It's something that I know, something that I will always know. I mean, you were told by your friends what it would be like, but I don't have that, I don't have friends that I could get that information from.

So just because you didn't have friends you didn't try it? You do to have friends.

I don't.

You do. Everyone has friends...

I don't. What is a friend, eh? Someone that you can count on?

Sure.

I can't count on people. People care about themselves

Sure they do, but that's how people are. But that doesn't mean they can't care about others too.

If you care about yourself... Look, you never know with other people. Never. I mean, you can't even know about me. I could be a completely different person then I let on. I mean, I could like to skin cats or something.

But you don't.

But, if under the right circumstances, perhaps I would.

What? You aren't making sense.

Let's say that I didn't know some of the people I did... Well,