Updates on the Way

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Well, soon there'll be some more junk on this page (as well as Lawton's), as we are working on a script for, hopefully, a radio (or at least audio) drama. Since it probably won't be on the radio, it really probably can't be called a radio drama, but for the sake of the moment, that's what we'll call it. It's about a school and its surrounding suburb in North Texas called "Pantego" and will be quite funny. There'll be neverending corridors leading to Ted Nugent remixes of "Achy Breaky Heart," people who base their friendships solely on appearence, and, for the first time in amateur theatrical history, a traffic-signal.

As for crap I've done, read this, it should tide you over for a while (although it is a little sad in the end):

I met him down in the shipping yard
He was the foreman's only son
I was only then the age of four
We always played and had so much fun
We grew up together, like brothers

We always went down to the shipping yard
Where our spirits were never tame
We were then the age of twelve
We cut our arms and our blood was the same
We grew up together, brothers in blood

The three of us went to the shipping yard
He'd bring me and my girl in his Ford
We were then the age of seventeen
We'd whittle time away and never be bored
We grew up together, we were brothers

I went down to the shipping yard
Just me on a cool August morn
I was then the age of twenty-nine
My first son had just been born
We grew apart, but still, we were brothers

I shot him down in the shipping yard
He'd stolen my wife away from me
I am now the age of thirty-six
And when he died, so did part of me
We were brothers, brothers to the very end

It has nothing to do with the real world, but was something I just though of while I was pruning the shrubs in our front lawn.