Chapter ONE
AT THE TIME I FIRST REALIZED I may be fictitious, my non-weekend days were spent at an openly subsidized establishment on the north side of Indianapolis called White River High School, where I was expected to have lunch at a specific time - between 12:37 P.M. what's more, 1:14 P.M. - by powers such a great deal bigger than myself that I was unable to try and start to distinguish them. On the off chance that those powers had...