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\u201cSo what of it? I\u2019m weak-minded, you can say it.\u201d I broke eye contact and looked at the kitchen tiles below our feet. They were grey and white and no longer reflective. My fingernails seemed colorless. I sighed, clenching my eyelids some more. \u201cHmm. Then I guess you\u2019re stuck here.\u201d I felt dizzy. So dizzy that I needed to lie down; death by orange juice O.D. Rooney\u2019s mustache grew blurry and cold and empty of any characteristic.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoo-\u201d I managed to spit, \u201cRoo-knee\u2026\u201d The tiles felt icy against my chest. At least, before my nervous system disappeared. OceanofPDF.com Chapter 5 \u2013 four years strong I woke up in a soft hammock this time. My bed. My chest was no longer goosebumped with scabs but a rich bacon aroma nestled my nosehairs. I almost tumbled out leaning over the silky, reinforced edge. Rooney poked his head around the corner. \u201cJacobs! You\u2019re awake! Fantastic!\u201d I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to be so badly.<\/p>\n

But I couldn\u2019t. His face was too warm. His mustache too much like home. Instead, I smiled and asked \u201cWhat happened?\u201d as if I\u2019d just woken up from a one night stand with the freshman hottie from Astronomy 101. \u201cYous passed out.\u201d His mustache glowed. \u201cYeah? I remember hitting the floor,\u201d I said, massaging my shoulder. \u201cHow long was I out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo years.\u201d Rooney nodded. I laughed. \u201cNo, really?\u201d The corners of his mustache curled up, revealing that he did, in fact, have an upper lip. \u201cAaahhheeee\u2026 gotcha!\u201d He pointed a finger-gun at me. \u201cReally? Come on, man!\u201d I regained vertigo and sat up further. \u201cBut really, how long?\u201d He stopped smiling and turned back to leave the room. \u201cFour years.\u201d I fell out of the hammock and slammed the same shoulder into the (again) mirrored floorboards. \u201cRooney stop fucking with me,\u201d I said, jumping up and following him into the neon hallway, rotating my arm like I was throwing a baseball.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnfortunately, I\u2019m not. You were in a coma for three and a half years. I rounded up to soften the blow.\u201d \u201cWell, thanks, I guess.\u201d I felt the warmth of his smile from over his shoulder, I followed close behind. \u201cBut years?! Are you sure you have correctly calculated your universe\u2019s measurement for time to mine?\u201d \u201cWhoa, whoa! Calculation? Math? Don\u2019t use that kinds of language in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t your time different from my time?\u201d Rooney cocked his head sideways like poultry. \u201cNow who\u2019s being crazy?\u201d We got to the kitchen \u2013 at least I thought it was the kitchen.<\/p>\n

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“If Herman Hesse hailed from New Jersey, he might have written Figment rather than Steppenwolf. Glen Binger twists and turns us through the real and the imagined until the heartbreaking end of this book.” – Mickey Hess, author of The Nostalgia Echo \u201cImagine a world where an angry Dr. Seuss castaway helps a young man navigate a journey\/existential conundrum in a psychedelic forest somewhere far away from “home” and you start to scratch the surface of Figment.\u201d<\/p>\n

– Leonard P. Wilson, reformed writer and literary titan \u201cA quick, charming read, Figment takes you along an electric Kool-Aid ride through one man\u2019s imagination which will warm your heart, but leaves the cheese at home and just coats it with chocolate.\u201d – Sam Cicero, Editor of Lo-Fidelity \u201cThis book is like if Dr. Seuss was writing for our generation – hilarious, insane and really heartfelt.\u201d – Milo Stevens, international writer and sometimes photographer OceanofPDF.com Acknowledgements This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

All names and events are used in a fictional manner and any resemblance is purely coincidental and completely unintentional. The beliefs and opinions expressed here are not intended to reflect that of the author or any entities involved in the creation and publication of this work. Enjoy. A special thank you to: Mickey Hess, Milo Stevens, Leonard P. Wilson, Sam Cicero, Andrew Kaspereen, Mark Entwistle, Kurt Gassner, Todd Binger, Allison Ripoll, and Tico.<\/p>\n

Your imagination is the most important tool you own. Don\u2019t ever lose it. OceanofPDF.com for my friends OceanofPDF.com “Reason is intelligence exercising. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.” – Victor Hugo OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 \u2013 a sinking reality The other night I dreamt my teeth fell out. Not all at once \u2013 just one by one in sporadic dental chaos.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d be eating a sandwich or tending hygiene. No pain, just teeth literally detaching from my skull. I awoke mouth full of pillow and a gapless smile. No loose dentals. My subsequent routine ran otherwise normally. Woke up. Breakfast. Packed lunch. Showered. Drove to work. At work; looked busy. Filed papers. Walked around. Left work. No friends at happy hour. Finished beer. Left happy hour. Drank beer, watched TV, played video games, drank more beer, watched TV, dreaded the five-day, American work week.<\/p>\n

Life. Before falling asleep on repeat, my dirty apartment nagged me. I hadn\u2019t cleaned in a while, probably due to apathetic lethargies. Yet, for some reason unbeknownst to anyone that knows me, I started cleaning. At least, briefly. The clothes were full of cold, piled along the wall, insulating my shitty apartment. It didn\u2019t take long for me to realize their definition of me; who I was.<\/p>\n

It was my own damn fault. Fate happened to me and I did nothing to stop it. I had once admired what wonderful human beings the people around me were \u2013 their glory, their success, their god damn smiles.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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