great things are about to happen, ted mused abstractedly.
perhaps i will be a party to them.
if pete were here, he would laugh at me.
however, pete is not here as he is in jail because i testified against him in court, where he was charged with a crime he did not commit.
it is quite useless to remonstrate with me - i feel no guilt about his plight.
someday i may feel sorry, but not right at this moment.
pete was not kind to me.
maybe i should have returned his unkindness with charity or at least so called fair play.
but i was born for greatness, and pete was not.
greatness comes from the stars - not from the pathetic dreams of humans.
hey buddy do you realize you are talking to yourself?
i am sorry - i seem to have been doing a lot of that lately.
who is this pete character? anybody i know?
he is a creature of my imagination - a product of my intense isolation and loneliness.
it must be tough.
you can not imagine how tough it is.
personally, i always look at life as a joke.
except when the joke is on you.
do you know me enough to make such a definitive statement so unconditionally?
maybe.
then again, maybe you do not.
i remember many things - some of them even happened in real life.
i forget everything as soon as it happens.
the sheriff is on my trail.
tell him hello from me when he catches you.
very well. but what is your name?
what is yours?
just then a newspaper blew down the street.
the headline read -
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