I'm writing a story for you. It involves a man who may or may not be you. He does questionable things that you may or may not do. His name is Harold; not
your name. I'm writing it in choppy sentences and improper grammar- maybe this is the way that you speak. Or maybe I'm just a terrible writer. In all honesty, I don't know what this story is about because I haven't lived through it yet. I haven't met you yet. I suppose I'm waiting for you to show up or do something, anything. Let me know you're here, because I have story that I want you to read.