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Previously in Chapter 3 of A Man's Guide In To Heaven: Surviving Earth a Second Time / Book of Michael:

Then I remembered a picture from a book. Green grass had grown over everything. Hills had sprouted in the background with large weeping willows and conifer trees spaced evenly like a grove of fruit trees. Pine trees, spruce trees and Oaks all ( Read more... )

Yeup, so I got that new job, right. And first day, I was assigned an actual office. Well, not an office, but a cubicle. But it's not one of those stupid call agent cubicles. It's one of the MAIN CUBICLES. And I'll have my own nametag on the cubicle wall. Cool no!? Yes it is cool. Anyway. Defying all security policies I've taken some pictures of it ( Read more... )

So the trip began a little later than anticipated. Here was the schedule:

Tuesday June 10:

830pm - Chino gets off work, goes home to shower and get his bags and picks me and Drock up. We get gas, and off we go with me driving the first leg of the trip.

Wednesday June 11:

10pm - Arrive at The Imperial Palace and check in. Take showers, get dressed and ( Read more... )

The rain is what I remember, and the shine on the clip of ball point pens. That scratching noise paper makes when it rips. The little things, that’s what I remember.

If asked when I died, part of me won’t be able to answer. When death approaches it feels like a new skin, or cellophane wraps itself around you. It’s not slow and it’s not ( Read more... )

It takes a certain type of moron to describe a like for a TV show as love. I was just thinking about this earlier today, the love of a TV show. What creates the love of the TV show? The marketing campaigns or the actual TV show creator?  I was watching Metalocalypse and I remembered my coworker has a Metalocalypse t-shirt and it just occurred to me ( Read more... )

So before I actually retell the events of The Eastern Roadtrip: Voyage to the Center of Atlanta, I must first start with when Kesh and her friend Darrel arrived in Houston...on a very cold night...many nights ago. It wasn't cold. It was very brisk actually. Brisk enough to make, what I would imagine a seattlite to feel as, uncomfortable.  Anyway, ( Read more... )

Scene opens up at a local Exxon gas station halfway between Houston and Austin, Texas in present day. It is night, past midnight before 4am. The store is entirely empty and the cashier is busy counting the cigarettes behind the counter. Cashier is roughly 18 years old.  A gentleman enters through the automatic doors dressed in casual wear. He is ( Read more... )

yeah. at 230am. that's right, motherfucker. i'm writing inthis thing again ( Read more... )

So...Mr. Daniel Torres was playing the courtship game ( Read more... )