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About Me
What is there to say? Why read about someone else's life when you could be out living your own? Hurry, go now, you only have one and time leaves us all behind faster than we ever realize! Have no fear and even less shame. What have they ever gotten you?
age: 27 (Sep 17, 1980)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2005
occupation: I sell gardening stuff for Home Depot. Corporate America 4 Lyfe, Yo!
makes me sad: Cheerful idiots. The slow death of the Earth.
makes me happy: Cheerful idiots. The slow death of the Earth.
body mods: 1.7 terabyte processor and a 4.3 Liter V-8 engine.
gets me hot: Loyal girls at either moral extreme, and the rare few at both. Chaos.
stats: Lean and kinda tall.
BLOGS
The Road to Hell
Jeff sat on the couch. Shit, he was tired. And he just woke up! And all this shit was about to come down, right on him! Well, not right on him, but he'd be right next to the fuckin' eye of the storm. And anyway, isn't that where shit is actually worst, in a storm, is like next to the eye of it? Cause they say the eye of the storm is peaceful…but maybe he was carrying the metaphor a bit too far. He wasn't going to catch the worst of this shit, not by a bit, but still, shit was about to go down.
And already he was tired. He just wanted to stretch out on the couch and take a nap, but the guy would be here soon. He knew he shouldn't have smoked that last bowl with Steve and Duane and John-boy, but he wouldn't be seeing them for a while after today. It'd be rude to ditch them without even a goodbye smoke. Well, technically they didn't know he was leaving, and didn't know he knew he'd be going, but he knew he was going, so it would still be rude to leave without some kinda goodbye.
And why not take a little nap until the guy got here? If he was asleep when he got here, the guy would wake him up, no biggie. He stretched out and started to drift off. But man, he wanted to be here to say "Come in." even before the guy knocked on-
Knock, knock, knock.
Aww, shit. His timing was off. Guy wasn't supposed to be here this soon. Correction, guy got here exactly when he was supposed to, the universe didn't fuck things up, Man did. This time the man was him.
"Uh, come in, man," he said, feeling lame.
Medium height, medium build guy came stepping in, a little hesitant. "Hey, how's it going? Are you Jeff Corbell?"
Jeff sat up. Gotta focus. "Yeah. And your name's Jack, right?"
The guy quirked an eyebrow. That was how Jeff always thought of that expression, quirked. "No, my name's Checker. I'm here because-"
"The Tribe needs me, right? I'm there, then, man."
"Huh. Who told you about-"
"About what the reporter calls the...
Jeff sat on the couch. Shit, he was tired. And he just woke up! And all this shit was about to come down, right on him! Well, not right on him, but he'd be right next to the fuckin' eye of the storm. And anyway, isn't that where shit is actually worst, in a storm, is like next to the eye of it? Cause they say the eye of the storm is peaceful…but maybe he was carrying the metaphor a bit too far. He wasn't going to catch the worst of this shit, not by a bit, but still, shit was about to go down.
And already he was tired. He just wanted to stretch out on the couch and take a nap, but the guy would be here soon. He knew he shouldn't have smoked that last bowl with Steve and Duane and John-boy, but he wouldn't be seeing them for a while after today. It'd be rude to ditch them without even a goodbye smoke. Well, technically they didn't know he was leaving, and didn't know he knew he'd be going, but he knew he was going, so it would still be rude to leave without some kinda goodbye.
And why not take a little nap until the guy got here? If he was asleep when he got here, the guy would wake him up, no biggie. He stretched out and started to drift off. But man, he wanted to be here to say "Come in." even before the guy knocked on-
Knock, knock, knock.
Aww, shit. His timing was off. Guy wasn't supposed to be here this soon. Correction, guy got here exactly when he was supposed to, the universe didn't fuck things up, Man did. This time the man was him.
"Uh, come in, man," he said, feeling lame.
Medium height, medium build guy came stepping in, a little hesitant. "Hey, how's it going? Are you Jeff Corbell?"
Jeff sat up. Gotta focus. "Yeah. And your name's Jack, right?"
The guy quirked an eyebrow. That was how Jeff always thought of that expression, quirked. "No, my name's Checker. I'm here because-"
"The Tribe needs me, right? I'm there, then, man."
"Huh. Who told you about-"
"About what the reporter calls the...
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