“Is a personal narrative really the optimal form for mocking one’s own childish desires?” muses Jake. After a while he writes a note to himself to consider that later, then goes back to his excitingly decorated office in the airy production building where he works hard all day with his friends from college and the interweb on fascinating, lucrative projects until they go home to the same apartment complex and play games until two in the morning and also they can eat pizza and fried chicken sandwiches every day without getting fat and his ankle doesn’t hurt and nobody ever dies.