You, my friend, have a keen eye. Yes, it was factual up until the discovery of the Pringles can. I was writing it with the intention of having it be a fact entry, but then when I got to the end of the story it was too much of a letdown...no payoff at all, so I came up with a fun ending.
I would much rather it had ended that way. In real life, Otto and I were never really able to have a friendship. I'm not sure if I ever convinced him that we didn't actually have sex, that he was drunk dreaming and incorporating the sounds from Jonny's room. And I was pretty disappointed in him as a friend, to say the least. So that was it for our relationship.
It seemed like a more fun way to end it with the discovery of a violated Pringles can.
So excellent job Travener, spotting the exact moment where we veered into unreality. I do feel as though you deserve a prize. How about I tuck a book somewhere on the Fremont Troll, and if you care to go looking for it - and someone else hasn't found it already - then it's yours to keep!
I think I may have broken my own rules. I said my post would be either factual, or totally made up, and it was neither. But I like it better that way, and I thought of a game that might be even *more* fun. I'm calling it A Million Little Pieces, and the game is to write a memoir that begins as fact but at some point spirals out of control and into the fictional world. Then other people try to guess at which point your story diverges from reality.
Anyone? What do you think?
You can quote me - New Leaf has an All Hands On Deck meeting once a week to plot world domination, and stalking of snacks. We open the meeting with an invocation to the book...
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