Too Much Barth

James often suspected he was a fictional character. He looked at his job, and the people he always seemed to meet in that certain type of bar, and couldn't help but glimpse a happy grandiosity in it all. And if this was fiction, would the author ever get bored? When the time came, would he feel the paper crumple or the file empty? James kept his life interesting, just in case his suspicions were true.