Nearly a month ago he remembered the time when the rasta-looking old man offered him “good-for-the-dingles” pineapple one day on a north-coast beach in Jamaica. When he remembers something like that, he writes it down in a cheap spiral notebook he keeps in the canvas book bag that accompanies him everywhere. The day he wrote that in his notebook he managed to misplace that bag somewhere and to this day he has not been able to find it.

He did, however, stumble upon a blog entry entitled “Pineapple” which managed to quote his own journal verbatim. What other secrets and lies will the thief of his spiral notebook reveal to the world?