Made it to the coast nat family is cool. more later as it happens

Fnaah up to new tricks, and cute picture of jack looking… cute.

http://www.fnaah.com/gh4mod.html

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Who are you the people that read this site.

AW stats tells me im up to 30 or so hits a day not including bots and crawlers. I assume most of you are people who dont know how you got here. Thats ok i feel the same way.  Anyways post in comments and let me know if anyone is actually reading this.

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So i have this idea for a story.

 It takes place in the first person – observed, that is the first person is listening to another person tell a story in the first person. For eg.

It was dark in McLulens, the old man that owned the bar seemed to have a thing against proper lighting, either that or he just didnt want people to see the stains on the walls. Mclulens was almost a sterotype, Irish bar in boston, surrounded on all sides by an industrial complex and poverty, when the grocery store closed down due to lack of buisness McLulens extended its opening ours, it was just one of those places. I felt safe there in amongst the filth and dregs of society, that was until i heard his story.

“You ever question whether or not you should live kid?” The strange question came out of nowhere, the man that habitualy sat next to me as i drank my FEMA money away hadnt spoken to me in months it was strange to hear his voice now, his scared and grizzled visage begged of a dark and gravely voice, the polished tones of an upperclass education seemed strange comming from his mouth, certainly strange in here.

“Me nah, Rain didnt kill me, Wind didnt Kill me, Hell even the guard didnt kill me, Figure i got some right to live” I replied, my eyes scanning over the olderman, he was maybe 20 years older than me, verging on 50, a warm, badly used, once pricy overcoat covering him even in the warmth of the bar, a pile of odd notes and loose change lay infront of him at the bar. He sighed and turned to me, his red rimmed eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and anger.

“Thats not what i asked kid, I asked whether or not your sure!” his sentence was punctuated with a painfull gasp “If you should live”