Last Post for 2010

Well, i don't really have much to say other than have a happy and safe new year's eve. I am looking forward to 2011 quite a bit, in fact, i am probably more enthused about this next year than i have been in several! I've got an album worth of tunes that'll be coming out sometime in the next few months as well as some other ideas that i will surely divulge eventually.

Anyway, see ya next year folks!

-jonathan

Some Music to See (hear?)

So, yeah. I am pretty much in love with Nicole Atkins and this song only enhances that.



- jonathan.

An Excerpt From A Story

So I have been slowly, very slowly writing an as of yet unnamed short story. I suppose it's a bit of a scifi/crime sort of thing. Anyway, I was just going over some of it and thought I'd share a small bit from the early part of the story.

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"Stop driving so damn fast Franky!", Will was nervously bellowing.

"You gotta relax man, there ain't no other cars out here." he replied as if he was in total control of the situation, which of course, he was not. "We gotta get over to The Dean's house as soon as possible, that's ASAP bro! You know he's gonna be fucking pissed if we aren't the in time for this big meeting."

"I still don't get it man, why are we going? What the hell is the meeting for anyway?" Will was trailing off to just barely a mumble towards the end.

"I don't know, but I do know if The Dean wants us to be there, we will be there! This is heavy shit" Franky explained so nebulously.

Franky Benson is for lack of a better term, a moron. He wasn't always this way, after spending the vast majority of his teenage years and early twenties snorting anything he could find and smoking everything else. Well, he had become, a burnout. He speaks with that kind of silly accent that people try to do when impersonating Keanu Reaves ala Point Break. For the most part though, he was a good guy. At least that's what everybody would say about him later when he wasn't much of a guy at all anymore.

Will, well, what ever his last name is. Will on the other hand was a bright kind of person. Spent most of his days learning and trying to improve himself, just like a proper human being. His one downfall was having a dirtbag friend like Franky. He grew up in a farm town outside of Fort Smith, Arkansas. Managed to escape the small town maelstrom and went straight south to Dallas. There he worked in a few IT positions and ran the occasional mule up from the Mexican border, though he never mule'd himself. The most interesting thing about Will Whatever is what happened to him after the last time we heard about him.

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Enviado desde mi iPad, cabrón.