His life inspired many stories and plays. The funny thing is, I did believe him. Anyhow, what happened is I left without taking anything, and when I came back the next day it was like the Ryter was expecting me. I've been thinking about you, Spaz. About how you can still remember things.
Every writer needs a reader.
I figured my reader wasn't even born yet, but here you are. I figure he must be making fun of me. It's like there's an angry thing inside me that wants to bust out and hurt something, and right now what it wants to hurt is the old geezer, for laughing at me. That's not a problem. I'd like to teach you, if you'll let me.