Read Fakebook for Free Online Page A

1972, when I was your age, I just got out of the Army, was married and was looking for a job to put some distance between me and poverty. If I was an “escape artist” you wouldn’t have had the opportunities you had. Time is fleeting and you’ll be where I am much sooner than you can imagine. Prepare for your future now. Don’t waste time kidding yourself that you’re liberated.
    PS. If you come home next week, we can go to “Coffee Sunday” at St. Leo’s.
    less than a minute ago via mobile · Like
    Even more important than my father’s involvement was his blessing. On some level, I felt like I’d been given permission to keep Fakebook running, like I was off the hook for the moral ambiguity I’d been struggling with. If my parents thought it was harmless, maybe I wasn’t such a horrible person after all.
    Maybe.
    I opened my phone and looked at my growing list of unread Facebook messages. I sighed, put the phone back into my pocket, and walked home.

    Christine sat down across from me the next day at Handler. “Dave, I can’t believe people are falling for your crazy thing.”
    â€œYou mean you don’t believe I’m in front of that furniture store?”
    Dave Cicirelli
I can’t believe the furniture store let me sleep for four hours before they insisted I leave.

    Like · Comment · Share
    Justin Marshall Did you give anyone a dutch oven while you were there…?
    29 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Dave Cicirelli The future owner of that couch will need a priest to undo the horror he’ll be bringing into his home.
    27 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Matt Riggio Did you pack a small pillow or anything? jesus…
    18 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Dave Cicirelli And yeah, I packed a pillow. I’m not an idiot.
    16 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Matt Campbell Dave…I follow your daily posts like a junkie seeking a fix. Rest easy knowing that you’re helping my work days go much faster. I’m one of those stuck in the box…and the best I can do is support your journey by keeping abreast of it.
    just now via mobile · Like
    â€œOf course not. The pictures are terrible.”
    â€œI know, but no one seems to notice, as long as I make it blurry. It makes me question why I spend so much time on your projects.”
    â€œVery funny. But I like what you’re doing. It’s sort of a social experiment. You’re testing what people are willing to believe.”
    I wished I had thought of putting it that way in the coffee shop.
    â€œYeah, I think it’ll work as long as it stays on the rails. But I’m going to make this thing nuts.” I grabbed a weekly planner from my desk and showed her the next three months. “I got a head start on some of the Photoshop—I’m arriving in Philadelphia tomorrow, and I have most of it made.”
    She thumbed through the calendar and shook her head. “Oh Dave…no one is going to believe this.”
    â€œWell, that’s kind of the point. I want to see how far I can push this. It’s comedy, mostly.”
    â€œRight, but Dave—you’re in Mexico in time for the Day of the Dead festival? That’s in like, two weeks! You’re on a shipping boat to China in the middle of November after you accidentally kill a drug lord? You join the North Korean circus? This is too much. You’re not going to prove anything.”
    â€œLet me show you what’s going up tomorrow night in Philadelphia.” I was getting defensive. I opened my phone and showed her what lay in the future.
    POST 1
    Dave Cicirelli
I totally just ran into a Ben Franklin impersonator and am getting a beer with him.
    Like · Comment
    POST 2—two hours later:
    Dave Cicirelli
Ok, we’ve had like 7 beers. He’s awsome. We’re pregramming at his place, and as you can tell he doesn’t fuck around.

    Like · Comment · Share
    POST