My twenties thoughts...

(Un-named)

Jack was honest, and proud of himself. He would talk for hours about nothing at all. Everyone listened but could not hear , Jack's perfectly hidden fear.

Jack could answer any question you ask with an almost believable quote, but if you listened close you could hear the tiny quiver in his throat. Everyone liked him, or so it seemed, because Jack knew it all from walking the coast of Jamaica, to sailing the seas of Japan; Jack seemed an incredible man.

If there were an argument or quarrel of some sort. Oh, be quiet you don't know what you're talking about Jack would retort. Assuming his righteousness before it was true, Jacks own naivety is what made him threw.

No more Jack. No more answers, no more questions, even unbelievable his suggestions. Some wondered where Jack went too, none of them having a single clue.

... IDK I was twenty