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Monday, February 02, 2004

The Book: Chap 1 

I am going to post chapters of the book I am writing! Tell me what you think! AIM: JNE1813 or email Jacques@nc.rr.com

Chapter 1: Some major consequences.


“To tell the truth, not necessarily you, I really don’t have any intention of saying a word. You can try all you want; I’m just so tired of words and I certainly won’t have any of yours. Words can do much damage, did you know that? You wouldn’t believe the predicaments my mouth has gotten me into. It’s all about the way you say it. The context of what you say has no bearing but the way you present it can make all the difference. If you don’t believe me just listen to any politician. Most people’s views of the typical politician can vary based more on personality than policy. Once when I was in Tuvalu this sly cat from a ways off came up and got the whole damn town up in arms over one hell of a scheme. He was the quintessential sales man, shined shoes and a tie to boot. Boy, that fellow could string a yarn from one end of this here you Earth to the other. I remember talking to him about what he was selling; he said he was selling fortunes. This surprised me at first but then I inferred he was attempting to pitch his usual sales swagger down my way. He ranted on about how I could makes some real, “Cash-ola” by purchasing his proven sales system and a carton of his product, “Heath Tonic”. He said that this concoction came all the way from a small indigenous village where villagers had used it for years and years to maintain an ageless appearance. That gave me some interest but what really caught my fancy was the fact that he said that the ladies bought it like was going to get up and run away from them. He said for an easy fifty dollars and seventy-five cents I could receive the whole system and he would supply me and it was company policy for profit-sharing. That was the moneymaker, profit-sharing. This dark haired gentleman expounded the whole of how the system worked on a park bench that day. You see, for every person you recruit you get twenty-six percent of their profits and then they can turn around and do the same. It seemed like a win-win situation to me. Being the tender age of sixteen with the outright goofiness to prove it, I fell right into this wide-eyed gentlemen’s pitch. Before my mind could register what my hand was doing, I handed this shady character my hard earned summer earnings. With two dollars and sixty-nine cents left I embarked on my journey to riches. I sold about two bottles, when I was approached by one of my two former customers. There was a fierce look in her eyes, the devil would have ducked and covered. She was the local bank attendant at Smith Savings and Loan. She handed me the bottle and demanded her money back, she said the bottle….wait a second. See what you have gone and done? You’ve got me talking a storm. I refuse to go any further! I implore you to cease this harassment and leave me to myself. I must tend to my business now; I’ll see you to the door. Now get gone or I might just go up and die! Now how would that look? I could just see the headlines, ‘Elderly Man Dies at Hands of Neighborhood Boy’ “
“Sir, I just wanted to deliver this package to you.
“A Package?”
“Yes I deliver mail…don’t you see the hat?”
“‘United States Postal Service’, I see…”
“Now I appreciate you offering me this drink and all but I must get going. I’ll need you to sign and move away from the door.”
“Alright, I’ll slap the old Hancock on there if it’ll make you leave my house!”
“Whatever you say sir...”
This was a daily occurrence in this wild old town. When you’re a spy you tend to pick up on a lot of these odd conversations. I wish I never had requested for that hearing equipment. Now I have confirmed old Mr. London’s lunacy and that Mrs. Kincade is having “dealings” with Sadler, the milk man. Yes, the milk man. I would show their conversation but I fear that this piece would then have a rating that would require it to be put in plastic wrap and sold behind the counter of a liquor store. This is the normal modern town of the millennium between the Oscar River, the Laramie River, the Castlewood River and finally the Wimble River. They surround this little town in a square. The rivers were all named after the founders of this God forsaken place that rowed over here years ago.
The problem with Locants, which is the name of the town, is that it is in a perpetual stand still. Now you might want to know how that is possible. This town used to be used for the government’s most confidential projects, it was chosen for its isolation and ignorance. Due to all of this, the government put a hold on Locants development and cut it off from the rest of the word in every way possible. No one has ever left Locants though Mr. London claims he has. He disappeared for a few years but some just think his wife Ester tied him in the basement cause he supposedly “made eyes” with her sister at church. To the people of Locants, the rivers are oceans. All radio and television are closed circuit, the town is completely self sufficient. No aircraft other than Locants defense, a cover for the government ever flies over Locants. They only fly at night and when someone asks if they see anything up there, any other sign of life; they reply that Locants is the one and only piece of land in sight. The people are so ignorant that they don’t even question what their defense department is for if there is no one to attack. This is how it has been since the town settled here and was subsequently hypnotized to forget their past. From then on it was the 1950s, and it would always be the 1950s. Locants was never on any map and it would stay that way. For all the people outside know, Locants is just sand. One thing set 1950s Locants apart from the 1950s, certain mechanisms. To give you a clue, you know that toaster you love to cook with? Locants. Your digital wrist watch? Locants. Those containers that keep everything fresh? Good old Locants.
Now that you have the brief on this maniacal plot of land I shall get back to the meaning of the conversation transcript. London received a package that day and it perversely affected Locants in unimaginable ways. In retrospect I wish we wouldn’t have done the things we did. But now that is all over. When I stopped by London’s to screen the package while I was under cover as just a visiting neighbor, I realized what it was. It’s what we call an “Absconder 942x” and it brought on some major consequences.

Life In a Nutshell 

I don't believe in
I dont believe in
In your sanctity
You privacy
I dont believe in
I dont believe in
In sanctity
A hypocrisy
Could everyone agree that
No one should be left alone
Could everyone agree that
They should not be left alone, yeah
And I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Kicking and screaming

Do you wanna take my picture?
Cause I won't remember
Do you wanna take my picture?
Cause I won't remember
Do you wanna take my picture?
Cause I won't remember



Sunday, February 01, 2004

One the First Day... 

Well this is my first post. I want to put my design on this page but I haven't figured it out. I watched the Panthers lose the Super Bowl and Janet Jackson expose her breast. Subsequently, this evening has been quite an upset. I got a piece of flesh I didn't want and my home team lost. Here's the kicker though, I haven't done any of my school work. I am such a slacker it is sick. I am worried about school but I still can't seem to find the motivation. I still have to study for a science and Spanish test and do some AP and Math to boot. It's going to be a long night and I plan to get started at 12 midnight. My scheduler is as follows: two hours for Spanish, three hours for Science and two hours for AP and Math crap. I have no idea how I will maintain my GPA from last semester. I also have to worry about SATs which I will take in March. This semester is going to be the most academically trying period of my life and it seems like I'm not ready for it! Well I'm going to wallow for half an hour and then get to work. ~Cheers!~

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