For a while, I thought the only way to find Jack was if I literally chased him down in a car. ON the freeway. It worked for me. Once there on the highway, if you drove fast enough, soon, someone was cutting you off. Angry Jack. We were a team.
I wasted a lot of gas, chasing down Jack. The ol' fashion way. He was a better driver. That's all I learned.
I once fell asleep in the parking lot of Panera Bread. Woke up. There he was. IN a truck behind me.
If you buy that theory, which didn't last long, Jack was totally anon to me. I didn't know him.
Driving into town one day, I noticed a guyu on a bike. YOu? NO. Oh. Liar. NO. ARe you sure? No. He looks like you. NO. K.
I once wrote a txt-message looking into this house while standing in a vineyard. It contained a typo "y." I thought. Is he looking at me? No. I look around.
Every time I saw a nice car. Jack. He's in it. NO. He's in the other car. Next to it. Or behind it. Or behidn you. Dubmass. d. He likes to watch you chase it.
That's you in the Black Corvette.
NO.
Liar.
nO.
Wear the hat. Always the hat. OR
I was obsessed. I was going to catch Jack. ONe day. Half of it was, Jack didn't want to be caught. The other half was, I became convinced that it was a stunt. The whohle blog. The comments. The one thing that stayed with me though was the core personality of Jack. He was unlike the others.
yOu
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