"Why isn't anyone adding to my briliantl

"Why isn't anyone adding to my briliantl fold? It's just rolling off the front page & everyone's ignoring it!". It really chapped his ass. Busted his spleen. Made his blood boil.

Was that a plea? Duty calls! I must write the second fold! But how could I follow such perfection? It was like I had to follow the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. My pursuit was hopless.

that fold was folded until 10 lines had been done. That's when AWW WHO AM I KIDDING? My folds always just end. No one ever adds to them and they just go into some limbo where

they float around and bump into unfinished code projects of CompSci undergrads and countless fraudulent profiles from dating sites. Just once couldn't my fold meet a

person determined enough to finish off what had been started and who wasn't so peevish as to seek the only human contact through that awkward - 'meet your lifetime partner' sites-.

Those sites are usually stocked with pot- or crack-smoking liars with crabs who'll betray you in a span of four months. Good luck not getting tied up in a sleazy apartment with doo

msday messages scrawled using smelly substances across walls and doors, where the air hangs heavy and stale. You'll be sorry, moving into such an establishment, and wish that

you'd stayed here with me & Chrissie! I know it was annoying having Mr. Roper dropping in all the time, but please move back in with us, Jack, PLEASE! If you do, I promise I will

play Risk whenever you want & I promise Mr Roper will remain fully dressed at all times". That evening Jack turned up with his duffel bag & that's when this story really begins.