Chapter 2 - more soup

This is your story but I am writing it. This is my first attempt so bear with me and I will try and make it good, especially the first page because people will read that and decide very quickly if they want to read more. Fingers crossed, we are very nearly there. You can help me if you like; tell me what you want me to write and I will take all the credit. This makes me sound mean but the truth is that I am you and you are me and we are the same person so it is not mean. It is just a lot easier - life that is - when you pretend to be someone else. It sure takes the pressure off and people don’t have ideas about you and expect you to be a certain way, which sucks out loud, as my friend Jake from would say. That means it can be very stressful and get on your nerves. I may refer to Jake a lot in this story as he has been something of a beacon in my life despite his bad back but like I said, it is not his story: he is like the greenbelt (or wedge or Ekoparken if you are reading this in Swedish) in a story about a big sprawling Metropolis. It’s nice it’s there and I guess it serves a purpose but it’s not exactly the hub of excitement.