Barry practiced his slow smile in the mirror and thought he looked handsome. He invented a new voice, a bit deeper and softer than his previous whine.
In a way he understood ‘out of body’ experience because who he was now, the way he observed himself now, was totally different from the Nobarry he had been.
He stopped wearing his glasses.
Yeah, he had prescription shades which he’d wear, as they were cool, but other than that, he’d learn to see/not see without those ugly glasses on his face.
He looked at the empty diary which he named his Journal. Then began to write.