do you miss Jackson Five on the coin-op?
Keep talking, Jermaine. This is important. We are going to fix you. I'm working 5 to 1 so our time is limited, but I can give you all that time. Until fifteen minutes before 1, where I smoke cigarettes while being on the clock. Love a smoker's policy here, where I can smoke during our sessions. Gotta smoke. Gotta have my nicotine fix.
We were talking about Air Pudding destroying a roller-skating rink in Pasadina. I don't recall seeing anything about that in the papers, save for a post-modern reference in the Messenger-Democrat, which makes me think the whole thing is a legend blown out of proportion by time. Just some old anti-Nixon propaganda, I wot. Sort of like Bush blowing the levees in New Orleans to clear out low-income residents.
Keep talking Jermaine. Talk it out. We're getting down to it, now. To the grice.
working on a new book
writing a new book, and all that jazz, a novella. minimum of 10 thousand words. I could call it "my struggles" but such is life that it would be lost in everyone else's struggles.
my soul is like a song. or something. but it is strong and vibrant these days, productive.
life is good and I want to see other people happy, too. i want to see us all happy.
this is the part where we take our clothes off and inspect each other for ticks. if you find one, just pull yank it.
Baby Hair(another screenplay notion)
Duke rode past the Dollar General on his bike. A short, overweight girl with her hair pulled back smoked a cigarette in a 96 Honda Accord with all the windows down. She gave Duke a look when he went past. Something stirred in him, and just as quickly went away.
He turned the bike onto Potentate Street and kept an eye out for his employer's car, which she said would be home. A Cadillac DTS. He soon found it, went up to the front door, and was allowed inside by a lady who could have easily been mistaken for his grandmother: white hair and friendly wrinkles. She was wearing a bathrobe. She showed him to the day's work: a plumbing mishap under the kitchen sink, and he went to work. He looked and looked but found no evidence of a leak. He was saying this when he turned around to see the lady naked in the doorway with her bathrobe at her feet.
When Mister Homeowner came home, he found the two making love on the kitchen tiling. "I don't love him" she was screaming at her husband as Duke ran out the back way. He ran, shirtless, to his bike and fled like the devil was on his heels. He rode and rode, making good progress.
Soon he realized he was cold. He saw a church up ahead with a Nativity scene set up in the front yard. Duke stopped there and got the blanket off of the plastic Baby Jesus, and this made him feel warmer, if not better all around. He continued on along now, but at a slower pace, and damned if Mister Homeowner didn't catch up in GMC truck, shooting out his window at Duke.
Duke fled into the woods. He knew the woods of the entire area. It was like a second home for a being that was at least half-squirrel. He went to his deer stand that stood a mile and a half through the woods from his house. It had chairs. He sat and waited.
The deputy stops at Angie's house, asking the befuddled Angie with the Baby Hair if she has seen Duke. He tells her they need to find Duke, because he is in danger, that a man is out to kill Duke! Angie stays quiet, pale as death itself, until the deputy leaves, then she heads out to back and into the woods.
Soon enough she is at the deer stand, standing crying in front of cousin Duke.
"Don't leave" he says. "I don't want to be alone when I die." So she stays, and they wait for the cold justice of Mister Homeowner, but she sits a bit off from Duke, so as not to be hit in the crossfire.
cowboys of the brown bush
(backstory: much of the town has been cleared out by an angry gunfighter. the men of the town had went into a necrophiliac fever over the gunfighter's dead girlfriend, to which the gunfighter responded by killing most everyone in town, save for two other gunfighters, who now find themselves at odds.)
Cue the Ennio Morricone. Its quickdraw time. Webb and McEndrith having a showdown.
Webb draws first, shoots the eye glass off of McEndrith's face. Mac falls and searching blindly, finds his glasses, but they are busted, the frame destroyed. Smiling, Webb runs behind the corner of a building and kneels. Thinking to himself, he begins to laugh.
Now nearly completely blind, Mac fires wildly until his pistol is empty. Fumbling, he grabs a rifle off his horse.
Webb looks around corner and shoots Mac in the kneecap. Mac falls. Webb goes back around corner, laughing heartily now.
Mac crawls with the rifle in hand, crawls closer and closer to Webb's position, while Webb happily muses and laughs.
Webb looks and Mac is right there! Webb grabs the end of the rifle and Mac fires, with the barrel right beside Webb's head.
Instantly, Webb is deafened. (Foley: dissonance)
You really are something. Get in the game! It's all for you!
The Honda Accord, two-door, 5 spd manual transmission. Sped towards downtown. The actions of a lonely man, wanting a lifeline, but not knowing how to ask for the help he needed. So he went to Sonic and got some tots and went home, back to the radio and the doubts in his mind.
Don't be Peter. Get in the game. There's a big world out there, and now with social media its closer to us than ever! Get in there and tell the world when you see a problem; don't sit idly by while it eats you alive.
If you don't have any suggestions for the world, just tell us something of these past days, let us relate to your experience. We are out there waiting, and we want to hear from you.
-You are valuable.
-You are like a diamond: rare, unique, flaws and all, worthy to be looked at and appreciated.
-When you're not around, we miss you. There's only one of you, and be rest assured, we have room for you, always.
It does not much matter what we do. As long as its together.