tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86047924458667725992012-01-28T12:35:37.064-05:00American ApocalypseWhere vision meets post-crash black noir. The story of life after the world economic system crashes and American society begins the gradual slide into universal third world squalor and violence.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.comBlogger4931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-12651440254095411822012-01-28T12:35:00.003-05:002012-01-28T12:35:37.077-05:00Gardener Winter is available on KindleThe paper will follow in a week or two.
Click here to see it on Amazon
Thanks for reading!
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-51368451040147169262012-01-26T14:01:00.000-05:002012-01-26T14:01:15.665-05:00In the Mean Time....This should be out on Amazon in a week or two.
"The Unknown" became "Gardener Winter" with some rewrites.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68051010763468016892012-01-26T13:46:00.001-05:002012-01-26T13:46:43.937-05:00And So It EndsIt has been real but it's time I moved on to another project. One of my other interests is WWII and the role of the German security forces in the Holocaust an anti-partisan operations. I have a couple of theories on how I think it was done that have not been researched and I want to pursue them. I have already written 200 pages on the subject and I would like to finish it.
Thank you all fornovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-23422257402027495312012-01-18T13:16:00.002-05:002012-01-18T13:16:27.741-05:00I am stopping work on The Contractor.Hello,
I have had to stop writing posts for "The Contractor" while I finish "Gardener Winter." Hopefully I will have that done very soon.
Thanks for reading!
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-77010143418922444072012-01-11T22:04:00.000-05:002012-01-11T22:06:48.630-05:00The Contractor - Part 4c - by novaThere was a bit of an awkward pause after that. Times like this always made me wish I had a beer in my hand and two or three in me. He broke it by asking, and I didn't miss the underlying maliciousness, "So you have no clue about what is expected of you and what we're doing?"
"No."
He crossed his legs like a girl and looked down at his left shoe, it did have a nice shine, and told me, "We're novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-47719833732372209532012-01-10T18:37:00.001-05:002012-01-10T18:37:10.780-05:00The Contractor - Part 4b - by novaThere wasn't much to look at. I mean it wasn't bad -- it just looked old fashioned. I mean nothing was shiny or black or new looking. It was freshly painted in semi gloss white and smelled like it had just been done. Industrial strength gray carpet, a counter that ran the length of the back wall, one potted plant, I thought was a nice touch, a ficus was my guess, and no inventory.
My new BFF novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-76920430611715759972012-01-08T07:50:00.000-05:002012-01-10T17:41:03.029-05:00The Contractor - Part 4a - by NovaWe walked, well, he did, I kind of followed.
"So...where we going?"
"To our new emporium."
I thought about that. I had no clue what he meant. So I told him. He looked at me, and said, "Lost without Google I suppose. Our new store."
"Okay. What's it like?"
"You'll see."
"Not big on talking" I thought. Not a problem. I could do that too. We walked for about ten minutes. We were past the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-58210275261680561372012-01-07T07:07:00.005-05:002012-01-08T07:06:18.086-05:00The Contractor - Part 4 - by novaI put my life on rewind and started it again from my apartment. A quick shower, fresher clothes, a beer, and I was ready to do this thing. I even got there early enough to get some coffee but Mongolian girl was now where to be seen.
Instead of sitting in one of the chairs I found a seat on the granite planter that outlined a flower bed and tree in front of the deli. I was going to play, "Spotnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-35047071005043906942012-01-06T21:17:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:19:02.230-05:00How I would Break an Anti-Government OrganizationThere are a couple of ways to do this. Do not picture a single monolithic organization. Overlapping circles of different sizes and colors would be more accurate.
First all the circles would need to be informed of what the objective is, why it is important to succeed in general using standard buzz words. Funding would be released, in this case I am assuming substantial resources would be novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-77979553050303830992012-01-06T16:14:00.001-05:002012-01-06T16:39:22.809-05:00The Contractor - Part 3c - by novaHe shifted gears and asked, "Do you know Jesus?"
I told him, "Not really. I like Buddha. He seems a lot more relaxed." He looked at me intently, I could see the different clouds of replies blowing through the back of his eyes, he went with, "Okay." There was a bit of a pause which I spent looking at his coffee and really wishing I had a cup, a large one. My brain felt like it was encased in novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-55842360955756653132012-01-05T21:10:00.002-05:002012-01-06T15:40:17.404-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 3b - by novaI made sure I set the alarm clock for 8:00 am and woke up late. Real late. I remembered hearing it, I remembered telling myself it was time to get up, and that was all I remembered. I rolled out of the platform bed, I like them low to the ground because its easier to fall into them when you're really drunk, and it doesn't hurt as much when you fall out of them, scrambling for clothes while I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28433223734042122542012-01-04T16:54:00.001-05:002012-01-04T16:54:57.510-05:00The Contractor - Part 3a - by novaI ended up going out for something to eat. "Man can't live on beer" I told myself but I sure have tried. There was a deli in the next building that made a decent priced bacon an egg bagel and with a large cup of iced coffee I was set for the day. Next to beer I found grease to be an important part of a balanced diet. I knew that would need to change someday but someday was a long way off. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-26050494395942560292012-01-04T09:29:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:40:48.958-05:00The Contractor - Part 3a - by novaI got home safely. A relief in itself. I lived in what had supposed to have been a building full of luxury condo's that had never sold. Somebody, I didn't know who, or really care, had converted them to apartments. Mine was the "basic" model which meant I had less square feet and my view was the wrong way. I did have stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops which gave the place a novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-82229256051566194292012-01-02T17:54:00.002-05:002012-01-02T17:54:52.917-05:00The Contractor - Part 3 - by NovaThat was it! Saying "Yes" opened the doors for me and all that remained was doing my journey in reverse. Agent Johnson left me telling me he would be in touch and it wasn't until I got home that I realized he hadn't asked for my cell number. There were two different but still bored people who processed me out. Not a lot to that. They dropped a plastic ziplock bag in front of me and stared at me. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-25592718536499997422012-01-01T21:14:00.001-05:002012-01-01T21:46:47.091-05:00The Contractor - Part 2e - by nova I swallowed hard when he said that. I tried again, "Look Agent Johnson. There is a mix up here. I'm not ... I mean I didn't do this. I can..." He cut me off, telling me, "Save it. I don't care. Let me tell you what I have and then we can talk or I can have you transferred to Central Holding at MPD and you can be in front of the Magistrate in an hour." He grinned, it wasn't a warm one but he had novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-33069579938205788012012-01-01T09:20:00.001-05:002012-01-01T20:24:35.823-05:00The Contractor - Part 2d - by novaI was led into a small room, uncuffed, and told to sit down and someone would be with me shortly. My first thought was, "Thank God they didn't give me a backless paper gown to wear!" The room, if it had a poster or two of big pharma pimping a product, and a cabinet would have been my doctors exam room. It was as cold as that room too. You would thing the Feds could afford to heat it if anyone novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-55440406713437322012011-12-30T19:59:00.002-05:002011-12-30T19:59:51.999-05:00The Contractor - Part 2c - by novaWe stopped for a second at the guard post so the driver could show ID, then he kicked it down the slope and into the garage. I thought he went a little too fast but I didn't share my concern with my escorts. "Serve them right if they ran into somebody" was my thought. They didn't of course. I would have been surprised if they had.
We pulled in front of a gate, really a big metal slab, watchednovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-53017463436409925612011-12-28T19:06:00.001-05:002011-12-28T19:06:35.665-05:00The Contractor - Part 2b - by novaThey wouldn't shut up about football. "Hey Johnson." So that was the black agents name, "I need tomorrow off. I got to run my kid to the dentist."
"Fine. Submit it and I'll sign off on it when I come in. And Smith..."
"Yeah boss."
"Don't forget. Stealing time is the same as stealing money."
Smith didn't say anything in reply. I waited for the laughter. None came. Well, at least it was a novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-82428541153237036332011-12-28T15:15:00.002-05:002011-12-28T16:40:15.853-05:00The Contractor - Part 2a - by novaThey finished tossing the room, it didn't take long as it wasn't very big, it was mostly bed, which I noticed they didn't look under. My mom always made us look under the bed before we checked out of a room when we were on vacation. She also checked every drawer. Mom could have taught these guys how to do this right. Mom might be getting a phone call from me very shortly. "Look officers...novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-29663957525302843872011-12-28T09:13:00.000-05:002011-12-28T09:13:16.318-05:00You Really Think It Was All An Accident?This is an an excerpt. Click here to read the rest.
It works like this... The most important assets for a free people are
time and leisure. Once you have that, then you can develop the ability
to think critically, to analyze facts, events, trends, and to become
aware of the dynamics that operate within a social system.
In a society, once a large-enough segment of the population has
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-11371506556804567282011-12-28T08:56:00.005-05:002011-12-28T08:58:03.180-05:00Listen to This
When I first heard her sing on YouTube I got chills running down my back. Appalachian Rain is a great song but I couldn't find a video link. This is her singing in what looks like the family storage room. She is looking for help financing her next album. For someone like her it is just about impossible to break into the medium, let alone the big time. I have no connection to her -- I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-84725441606759902552011-12-27T16:43:00.000-05:002011-12-27T16:43:14.498-05:00The Contractor - Part 2 - by novaI have to admit I felt a moment of unease the way she disappeared so quickly. Especially as she took the big ass purse that she was carrying with her. I thought about it, mentally shrugged, and told myself, "Just cause you had sex doesn't mean she trusts you...yet." There was probably some deep moral or cultural meaning in there somewhere but I wasn't going to dig it out. I looked around the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-21491339417358491502011-12-26T09:03:00.002-05:002011-12-26T09:06:58.159-05:00The Contractor - Part 1f - by novaI thought I was good at getting a woman out of her clothes quickly but she had me beat by a country mile. Looking back I wonder where she hid that third arm because that is the only way she could have stripped me, her, and still managed to reach between my legs and grab hold of the center of my existence. I always run a wager in my head about women, is she shaved, a landing strip, or full fuzz? novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-37416728942224100582011-12-24T07:04:00.001-05:002011-12-24T07:48:42.130-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 1e - by novaWe walked to her hotel room with her setting the pace. She was moving us right along and snapping heads with every step. We talked as we walked, her name was Bridgette, and I told her mine. She liked my name, repeated it a couple of times, and told me it sounded it like a cowboys name. I liked that, my witty reply was something like, "Yeah, I've been told I'm good at riding." She gave me a novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-26389845001932586802011-12-23T21:16:00.000-05:002011-12-23T21:16:05.002-05:00The Contractor - Part 1d by novaWhat happened next was too good to be true but I wasn't going to complain. She stopped, smiled again, an asked me, "What do you think of all this?" She had an accent which just made her hotter. I went stupid but was saved from junior high stammering because of my script.
"I think they're demonstrating that the American spirit is still alive. People everywhere are waking up and realizing that novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-16266717495353108222011-12-22T20:48:00.001-05:002011-12-22T21:14:27.892-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 1c - by novaI didn't know what to think about the OWS people. I knew a little about how bad the economy was because all I could find was temp work and I was happy to have found that. I was hoping to get a real job, preferably one with the federal government, so I could make some real money because what I was making as a temp wasn't cutting it and my meager savings was depleting rapidly. Far too rapidly.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-47813591270392349502011-12-22T12:32:00.000-05:002011-12-22T12:32:44.151-05:00OWS-DCThese are from part of the OWS-DC encampment. This is the one a few blocks from the main one in McPherson Square. It's on the plaza in front of National Theater and the National Press Building.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-36521470490288316152011-12-22T11:14:00.001-05:002011-12-22T21:18:15.136-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 1b - by novaMy life has been a series of accidents that I have managed to show up for. Nothing really out of the ordinary, the usual right place, wrong time. I ended up in the business because I was setup, and I will probably exit it through one.
I can't say I liked the man I became but I tried to do what I thought was best as long as it didn't inconvenience me too much. I would like to say that what I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-57077354747727948012011-12-21T20:07:00.001-05:002011-12-22T21:16:24.739-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 1a - by novaYeah, I'm a contractor. Not one of the best and not one of the worst. Mostly I have been around since the beginning and I saw a lot of shit happen. Once I was proud of that, you know in a been there done that kind of way. The problem is I've become a liability and believe you me, I know what happens when you become a liability to the people that run things. It's only a matter of time before I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-33658796530323231072011-10-29T07:33:00.000-04:002011-10-29T07:33:10.575-04:00The Chronology of the AA SeriesAmerican Apocalypse I = American Apocalypse: The Collapse Begins
Gardener Summer
American Apocalypse II = American Apocalypse: Wastelands
Why the title changes? The publisher renamed them.
AA III
AA IV
Which should really be a Gardener book. I didn't realize that until after I published it
In process of being rewritten: The Unknown (working title) This is a Gardener book
The Chosen. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-66323469833652848862011-10-22T20:27:00.001-04:002011-10-22T20:27:56.584-04:00A PauseI will probably integrate "The Book of Chosen" with the book that is out there. If I do I will leave it on here as a free PDF for those who want it.
I am going to be rewriting "The Unknown" and getting it ready for publication so there will be a pause here for about a month or so. If anyone wants to post what they are writing in the meantime please contact me.
Thanks for reading and novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-70753851236375765392011-10-21T20:56:00.000-04:002011-10-21T20:56:22.748-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of Vengence cNot all can be warriors as few warriors can cook. There is no job that is too humble if it is one that HE has set you upon. Never shall precedence given to anyone over their job. HE who rules us all sees us as bugs anyway.
Each of us has a path. Ridicule of another believer for what they do makes you one of THEM in his eyes. We are in this together, chained to each other by need, both of novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-47011680393988414212011-10-20T21:21:00.000-04:002011-10-20T21:21:35.512-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of Vengence bThe work of the warrior is killing the enemies of the PEOPLE. I did not say martyr for that is not what you are called for. Enough of that has been done to the people of the world by the EVIL one. No more will WE die because of his machinations. It is their turn to pay the butchers bill with their blood.
Warriors of HE who KNOWS you must realize you are dead men walking should you embrace this novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68318391636928698072011-10-18T21:57:00.000-04:002011-10-18T21:57:46.717-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of VengenceMake no mistake, the road HE is calling you to is not one that will end in a quiet retirement. We bring the end of all and the beginning of the new world. The world HE will rule and it will not include greedy, blood sucking, usurious lending, lying, manipulating, worthless examples of DNA that have ever been dropped on the planet.
They will die. It is that simple. You will die too. It is that novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-88164467322984782492011-10-17T21:37:00.001-04:002011-10-17T21:42:12.119-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part dSoon the EVIL ones will fear us. They will become cautious in their movements and seek to minimize their presence among us. Do not worry. They shall be found and judged. The more they try and hide the more we shall rejoice because it is a sign that our work is successful.
Job 34:22
22 There is no deep shadow, no utter darkness,
where evildoers can hide.
Find them, they will be there. Be novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-46540976744972705442011-10-16T20:53:00.000-04:002011-10-16T20:53:56.521-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part cWho is the enemy?
HE who speaks to me has passed HIS judgement against many. I spent nights in prayer seeking his guidance because the list was daunting. In time, after the cleansing, will come reeducation. HE is capable of mercy. We will not be.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will take many forms. HE realizes not all of you are capable of doing the work of a warrior of the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-56761784516689280822011-10-16T19:54:00.004-04:002011-10-17T10:41:36.845-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part bThe EVIL ones come in many sizes and shapes just like ice cream cones except they never taste good. They like to smile except when they are trying to look concerned. When they look concerned they are secretly laughing inside as they have just screwed you.
Psalm 10:3
3 He boasts about the cravings of his heart;
he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD.
They love to use use rules and novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-82590565195512058422011-10-16T11:17:00.001-04:002011-10-17T10:21:42.230-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part aI was blind as so many of you were until I underwent the great cleansing. The cleansing is but a step upon the road of Righteousness. Yes, HE stripped me of all my worldly goods and cast me into the forest of darkness where I lived like an animal until HE opened my eyes and heart.
I resisted at first. Like a conditioned animal all I wanted was to return to my cage and grasp my chains once againnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-66765295864430741262011-10-16T09:56:00.000-04:002011-10-16T09:56:57.508-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source cOur world is being poisoned for profit. It is all about profit. The scoring machine of the minions of EVIL who use profit to measure their destruction of our world. Understand this, if you understand anything, PROFIT equals Enslavement. PROFIT equals chains. PROFIT equals the slow poisoning of the world. PROFIT is how HELL is being made real here, on the planet, every day! A HELL where is novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-14928062870029460932011-10-15T21:00:00.001-04:002011-10-15T21:01:57.550-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source bYou are owned by the Corps'. You rent the space you exist and consume from them and when you no longer have any money to offer than you are cast away into the emptiness. We have become by design throwaway people who, if we are lucky, allowed to work as human touch screens until a way is found to automate that.
The Source of all this is SATAN and his DEMONS. They exist. One may be next to novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-48502264506467056572011-10-13T21:03:00.000-04:002011-10-13T21:03:40.669-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source aBlind is what you are and I was once too before the shadow of the LORD slapped me down and filled my brain with visions to dark for me to understand at first for heavy were the scales upon my inner eye.
We are fish, we swim in their sea, in water that was once pure but now is dark as their hearts. Yet we never notice until our eyes are opened by HIM or his voice among us.
Know this for I speaknovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-4671759571052254752011-10-13T20:35:00.001-04:002011-10-17T10:19:54.401-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The SourceAll is wrapped in evil like the fog and breath of drunken old men who taste the bitterness of rained out years on their tongues as they stare into the cracked mirror that is their life.
HE KNOWS! America was not the first.
Psalm 78
32 In spite of all this, they kept on sinning;
in spite of his wonders, they did not believe.
33 So he ended their days in futility
and their years in terror.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-26928405784203116372011-10-13T19:49:00.000-04:002011-10-13T19:49:52.948-04:00The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The BeginingI am the Chosen One and HE who speaks in thunder and gravel has anointed me as his most righteous Prophet. I am nothing. What will follow is HIS WORD and not of mine. Believe it or Perish in the days to come!novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-38058166924096277772011-10-07T21:04:00.000-04:002011-10-07T21:04:49.529-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 16 - by novaThe group was already gone with the exception of Miller who had decided, without asking me, to stay on the road with me. The squad, such as it was, was either scrambling up the sandstone the road was cut through or already out of sight.
I looked around, it was a beautiful day, and far away from any place I called home. As soon as I thought that I had to laugh. I had no home, I just had places novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-36708262722174840112011-10-05T21:33:00.000-04:002011-10-05T21:33:02.735-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 15d - by novaI was the first off the bus. That was part of the job too. I stood off to one side with Miller. As Rodriguez, and the guy with the SAW, got off they would pause, look around, stare at a spot and look at Miller. He would nod and they would take off.
The people themselves? The men looked grim, the women stone faced, and the kids excited. Each adult took a second to try and smile at me or nod. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28324980444053790332011-10-05T20:38:00.000-04:002011-10-05T20:38:35.492-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 15c - by novaIt was time in no time. It wasn't always that way. I used to count the seconds before an action. This time they just rolled by me, almost unnoticed. I must have drifted away because all of sudden Miller was sitting next to me and repeating my name.
"What Miller."
"Time to do it."
"Fuck. Okay. I want our people to each have 250 rounds, all the water they can carry, and nothing else. I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-4828334873823391122011-10-05T14:33:00.003-04:002011-10-05T14:57:05.797-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 15b - by novaI leaned my head back and let my mind idle. That didn't work out so well. Fat, nasty thoughts with swollen bellies crept out from under the rocks and began whispering, "You're a cripple. You're a cripple" or "You're going to die!" I didn't mind the dying taunts. The cripple ones I could have done with out. I gave up. I looked out the window and was watching the passing nothing when Kat slid novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68005330967524902702011-10-02T00:28:00.000-04:002011-10-02T00:28:49.273-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 15 - by nova"Talk to me Miller."
"Sir, we lost four adult locals inside. Two have minor wounds. Sargent Kim has a leg wound. He is good for the next 48 hours. We are good for one engagement as far as ammo goes. Your turn."
"We are being pursued, or will be shortly, by the remains of the unit that was trying to take the bridge." I didn't want to tell them I had been dropped by the big picture people, I had novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-29200859172413536742011-10-01T20:36:00.000-04:002011-10-01T20:36:06.138-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14g - by novaMiller looked at me, shook his head, and walked away flashing hand signs to pull the security team in. I couldn't move. I was leaning against the side of the school building watching without watching. I couldn't focus, all I was able to do was observe. What was hovering around inside me was the desire to just drift off like a balloon. I knew I had felt this before, sometime, somewhere, I just novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-69726727355094045592011-09-29T21:43:00.000-04:002011-09-29T21:43:36.984-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14e - by novaNow came the tricky part, the linkup with our people. This was where, if done wrong,or even right sometimes, a dumbass would shoot you because they were jumpy. We pulled it off with minimal shouting and zero shooting.
Kat came running up to me. I was pleased to see the relief on her face that I was still alive but I didn't have the concern when she saw I was hit.
"Oh my god! You've been novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-587331886635242012011-09-28T21:15:00.000-04:002011-09-28T21:15:42.579-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14d - by novaInstead Miller hustled over to me, took a quick look, and started cutting away my shirt. "Give me your bandage. He fished out his, and yelled the same thing at Rodriquez. I fished mine out and handed it to him. Rodriguez got close enough to check out the damage, shot the look at Miller, tossed him his wound dressing, and started moving kids.
He yelled, "Single file, inside voices, oldest at novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-71648426691118456862011-09-26T20:14:00.001-04:002011-09-27T11:49:34.640-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14b - by novaIn the background I heard the 2nd squad machine gun open up and the burst of a hand grenade. I never heard one of the new ones they were carrying go off but I hoped they were the only ones with them. I also hoped they didn't kill of all the hostages saving them.
I knew we were going to take casualties, the rarity was not taking any, I just didn't want any screamers until we got everyone loadednovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-44035692382850945742011-09-24T21:37:00.000-04:002011-09-24T21:37:31.173-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14a - by novaI thought I was through. In an action adventure movie from my childhood I would have been. In those movies no one got hung up on drywall. No, but I did. It enraged me and I was flailing away when I was hit hard from behind and popped through the drywall. I stumbled in the room and narrowly avoided stumbling over an old copier paper box filled with Christmas decorations. The light in the room novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-15448282829468855522011-09-23T21:31:00.001-04:002011-09-23T21:35:15.970-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 14 - by novaI don't know what the signal was supposed to be. I didn't care. I did know that over planning and fussy shit had messed up more ops than the enemy had. I came up over the lip like one of my ancestors did in the trenches of Verdun with a lot more success. I was still alive 20 paces later and picking up speed.
I thought running along the base of the mesa was good. This was a 100 times better. Thisnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-71147779652368884862011-09-23T21:01:00.000-04:002011-09-23T21:01:14.570-04:00Foster the People -Helena BeatThanks Mike!
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-69685462857910124912011-09-23T20:17:00.000-04:002011-09-23T20:17:02.254-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 13d - by novaThe Captain who had the Barrett guy slid his way back down to brief his people and get them moving. I laid back and stared up the sky and tried to see what animal shapes I could find in the clouds floating by. I was pretty sure I had a cat cloud when the Captain quietly told me, "We're ready sir. Give the signal?"
"You got a name Captain?"
"Miller sir."
"Okay. I'm Gardener. Not sir. You novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-87055203330164567322011-09-23T13:07:00.000-04:002011-09-23T13:07:03.430-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 13c - by novaNote: Reason being held as hostages is to force the turnover of the bridge from the Navajo Police. Rewrite addition. Drop Map at first stop? Add dialogue?
We went back to running. This time it was only for 30 minutes. Barely enough time for me to get back into the groove. We scrambled up one of the many washes coming off the mesa. In doing so we startled a rattlesnake basking in the sun. Nobodynovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-2428822256903913342011-09-22T09:57:00.000-04:002011-09-22T09:57:39.423-04:00Possible Good NewsI may be getting a contract for "The Chosen" and two follow-up novels. That would be very cool in a lot of ways. If you have read it and could post a review on Amazon I would appreciate it very much. It might help influence the publisher to take a chance on me.
Thanks!novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-54897321936094953372011-09-21T09:14:00.000-04:002011-09-21T09:14:30.561-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 13a - by nova"Hello Major Gardener." It was the same Asian accented voice and her tone was that of an awestruck 16 year old girl. "This is Northern Arizona Control. My name is Keiku and I will be your dedicated image controller. I understand you have not used..."
"Keiku."
"Yes sir?"
"Shut the fuck up. Stay out of my head. Give me a quarter mile out, center on me, and run only on my voice command."
"novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-81909014007155715342011-09-20T15:10:00.000-04:002011-09-20T15:10:39.035-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 13 - by novaMy first inclination had been to charge up the middle by house hopping until we got to the school. I felt good, real good. My body was running young but my mind still had all the mileage of a hundred gunfights and small town raids and it was telling me don't get everyone around you killed right away. Plus, I had the eye in the sky and could work around the tough spots as much as possible.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-90770839896244518082011-09-16T09:14:00.000-04:002011-09-16T09:14:36.942-04:00Gone until MondayWe are heading for Pennsylvania for the weekend and I am unplugging from the Internet. I'll be back and writing by Tuesday.
Thanks as always for reading, and please leave a review, if you have time, for anything you read of mine.
Stay safe.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-20259218971604417262011-09-15T08:35:00.000-04:002011-09-15T08:35:15.332-04:00Dakota Meyer. USMC Medal of HonorI write stories. Fiction. There are people out there who live it. I never met him and probably never will but I wish him the best.
Source:
LOUISVILLE, Ky. (AP) — Dakota Meyer saved 36 lives from an ambush in Afghanistan and the former Marine will collect the nation's highest military honor at the White House on Thursday. While he is receiving the Medal of Honor, Meyer's slain comrades will be novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-13086348815462459182011-09-14T21:02:00.000-04:002011-09-14T21:02:53.640-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 12c - by novaChapter 12c
The backyard was not that big but it had most of a privacy fence still intact. Freya motioned for me to go first though the back door and I stepped out into the yard. She didn't follow me, instead she stood in the doorway, and watched four of them quit drawing a map in the sand and stand up. They did it sharply too.
I watched them watch her. No doubt about it, they responded that novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-10560243102112275602011-09-13T20:17:00.000-04:002011-09-13T20:17:47.215-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 12b - by nova"G, you weren't listening to me were you."
"Yeah, I got the gist of it. Many bad people who want to kill me and a hostage situation."
"G..." She sighed, "Let me finish. You may be one of the best single combat warriors I have ever known."
I raised an eyebrow.
"I go back a long way Gardener..."
I let it slide. I knew I wasn't the best anyway. Max was. I wanted to ask her if she knew Hectornovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-35128890105106509002011-09-13T12:02:00.000-04:002011-09-13T12:02:51.563-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 12a - by novaI evicted the 30-30 from its sheath and returned Sword to its home. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled on one of the harnesses straps to balance it a little better. That done I reached back, grabbed the hilt, screamed "Freya," and swept it forward and down into the counter. It was magic of the special kind. Sword cleaved the wood like it was bone and didn't stop until the end of the arc. God novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-7878195117352117952011-09-12T21:17:00.000-04:002011-09-12T21:17:07.733-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 12 - by novaShe smiled at me, the woman was incredibly lovely when she did, and reached back under the counter. My hand had never moved off my gun so we didn't have are little moment when she gently laid a burlap wrapped object on the counter where my boots had been. She looked at me calmly. I knew what it was and my breath caught in my throat along with my heart.
"Sword."
I didn't say it as a question novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-20497741137937532532011-09-09T20:15:00.000-04:002011-09-09T20:15:38.272-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 11c - by novaShe was waiting for me on the other side of the counter just as old and tired looking as the last time. I stood there and stared at her, her eyes were brown, her breasts pendulous, and her smile stained. No, this wasn't Freya. This was just a woman stuck in a little town in the middle of nowhere trying to make it through another day. A description that fit almost every woman I had met in the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-72721350590757818742011-09-09T13:35:00.000-04:002011-09-09T13:35:09.927-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 11b - by novaChapter 11b
I was happy that the shoe repair place wasn't to far from the edge of the desert. Then again, nothing in town was. I couldn't walk in a straight line because of having to weave around piles of horseshit which was unusual. Piles never stayed in the street very long. Not because there was a community employed horse shit janitor, no, it was a valuable commodity because the sand here novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-55410656011909210862011-09-08T20:09:00.000-04:002011-09-08T20:09:18.870-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 11a - by novaNot much was happening in town this early in the morning. I could smell wood smoke, horse shit and horses, it's amazing how far off you can smell horses, and bread cooking somewhere. That made my mouth water and my tummy rumble.
The problem, for me at least, was all the crows. What the hell was going on? A fucking crow convention? Plus they were keeping their beaks shut. Crows like to talk, novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-12304720881108610292011-09-07T19:55:00.003-04:002011-09-07T20:08:55.664-04:00Rezurex -Devil Womannovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-5636589738356204392011-09-06T20:41:00.000-04:002011-09-06T20:41:59.365-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 11 - by novaChapter 11
When we were about 3 miles out of town I told her to stop the truck as I wanted to walk in to town.
"Okay Babe."
She hadn't stopped smiling and that was a little weird hearing myself called "Babe." I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I did like that smile. I knew it was bogus but I felt more studly then I had in a long time.
"See you in town." With that, a little wave of the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68367569172102948852011-09-06T19:57:00.000-04:002011-09-06T19:57:44.714-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 10d - by novaChapter 10d
I woke up due to a combination of things the foremost being pain and the other voices, one of which I recognized. The pain was from beating the hell out of the dashboard, my left hand hurt, and I was going to be seriously pissed if I had broken anything in it. The voice was Ty's who was telling someone, "Hell no. I'm not waking him up. You do it."
I snapped my head around to see novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-6874067574412908402011-09-06T11:50:00.001-04:002011-09-06T11:51:18.442-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 10c - by novaChapter 10c
I had been having nightmares since I was old enough to remember. The only difference over the years was the theme and my reactions inside the dream. One of the reasons I slept alone for the last few decades was my habit of punching and kicking who ever was lying next to me. Not intentionally, it was a reaction to the battles I was fighting in the dreamworld. I always felt bad aboutnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-11245233570735597662011-09-06T10:40:00.000-04:002011-09-06T10:40:45.203-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 10b - by novaChapter 10b
We had to give up on cutting up the horse meat after awhile. There wasn't enough light to work by and we were all tired. Working with sharp knives by moonlight when you're tired was a great way to end up hurt bad. Nowadays my guess was infections killed more people then guns did which was saying something. Child birth was back to being a big deal and so was breaking a bone.
Since novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-38543144024298853122011-09-04T08:33:00.001-04:002011-09-04T08:33:54.664-04:00ThanksThanks for your support and comments. I really appreciate it.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-16461424631553595812011-09-04T08:31:00.000-04:002011-09-04T08:31:35.561-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 10 by novaChapter 10
I didn't think about it very long, maybe all one beat before I switched my brain over to processing important stuff like the fact I was hungry, my feet hurt, and now I was going to have to come up with a new plan or two or three. I didn't bother moving of my horse haunch chair, instead I did a quick scan of most of the scene and focused on how Kat and Ty were doing. He was digging. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28979040853119237522011-09-03T12:12:00.000-04:002011-09-03T12:12:40.086-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9e by novaChapter 9e
"So you have a name?" I asked him.
"No."
"Hmmm...How do you get your mail"?
He looked at me blankly for a second,barked a one syllable laugh, and said, "That worlds gone Gardener. Long gone."
He and I looked at each other and what passed between us was what I called "The Knowledge." Every once in a while you would be talking, sometimes in a group, sometimes not, usually there novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-76839928596421708362011-08-31T20:32:00.000-04:002011-08-31T20:32:28.919-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9d by novaChapter 9d
First I went and retrieved the lance and it was a bitch to get out. Definitely a one shot weapon. I ended up having to roll him over on his stomach and slide him down the length of the shaft to get it loose. It had a wicked piece of steel on the end that looked freshly forged. All the cool feathers fell off though in doing that or ended up lodged in his lungs or somewhere.
I had tonovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-33083911978794860502011-08-30T15:29:00.002-04:002011-08-30T19:35:16.540-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9c - by nova"Oh my God!" Was the first thing out of Kat's mouth quickly followed by, "Grandmother!" Both her and Ty went running to where Grandmother was laying in the sand. For a second I considered going to her side but I decided to instead to go find a rock to sit on while the drama ran down. It didn't last long and I didn't expect it to. She was pretty hardcore and Ty was an EMT, or what passed for onenovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-60328435846041140902011-08-30T05:11:00.002-04:002011-08-30T05:11:29.291-04:00A Brief Interlude for Musicnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-43673535428667994552011-08-29T19:49:00.001-04:002011-08-29T19:56:03.384-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9b by novaChapter 9b
I didn't make it far when I heard them coming. I faded further back into the darkness and waited. I was glad to stop moving, my leg was throbbing and I was tired. Real tired. They were trying to be sneaky and doing a very good job of it. Being raised out here, and one being a full blooded Indian, I thought they would have managed to be a little stealthier.
I assessed my performance novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-5745253892593997582011-08-27T20:49:00.000-04:002011-08-27T20:49:50.643-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9a by novaChapter 9a
The next part, as usual breaks into fragments. Snapshots of images, smells, and sound. Random thoughts like advertisements from another planet flash in my brain. Lightening strikes of words, shaped like thoughts, and just as quickly gone.
My world,during this, becomes layers, and I respond with out thinking, fear, or pain. All I feel is joy and it is good. So very good.
A horse, itsnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68223129550514437942011-08-27T17:21:00.000-04:002011-08-27T17:21:56.453-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 9 by novaChapter 9
I used iron sights because that was what I had learned on and because I didn't like scopes. My feeling was if I wasn't close enough to hit you with out a scope then I had screwed up. Plus, and people seemed to think this was strange considering it was coming from me, but I thought drilling someone from 700 feet out was impressive but wrong on a level I could never get past.
I got up novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28554017925536183522011-08-26T20:35:00.000-04:002011-08-26T20:35:07.606-04:00Interesting Video on How to Flip a RetreatA reader sent me this. I don't know anything else about it but I do know this is how I would do it. When we were in Italy last summer one of the things I noticed was many of the hills had old fortified manor houses, not quite castles usually, but not villas either. Why? Because they survived the collapse of an empire that way.
Retreating to a farm is one thing but it has to be in the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-48292207092918634112011-08-26T16:31:00.001-04:002011-08-26T16:38:04.174-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 8d - by novaThe desert at night when the moon is out is a place of shadows as much as it is of light. Night in the desert is when the predators awaken and slough off the heat of the day only to find it replaced by hunger. Some people never get comfortable moving at night in the land of shadows, be it forest or sand. I wasn't born to it but I took to it and made it my own.
We made it to the turn off and Tynovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-42441736138856879472011-08-25T09:05:00.000-04:002011-08-25T09:05:42.272-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 8c - by novaChapter 8c
"Hey. That's a fire!" This was Ty's contribution. He cut off Kat who was telling me no one said 'mosey' anymore including her grandfather.
"Stop the truck."
I said this calmly which meant Ty didn't listen, or if he heard me, wasn't listening fast enough. I tried again.
"STOP the Fucking TRUCK!"
That worked. I caught KAT across the chest with one arm trying to stop her from novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-13403494467293576522011-08-23T11:34:00.002-04:002011-08-23T11:52:56.009-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 8a - by novaChapter 8a
We had almost made it to the door when I heard a young guy say loudly, "We don't need him. We can do this ourselves." I stopped dead and slowly turned around to face him and the people who, for the most part, didn't seem to upset to see me go.
"You want to know why I said I can't help you?" I paused and waited for the nods, the muttered or shouted Yeahs! "Because I'm not sure you novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-85127638349327707642011-08-22T15:34:00.000-04:002011-08-22T15:34:50.441-04:00And so it begins...Prostitutes Flood Vallejo After City Slashes Police
By Alison Vekshin - Aug 22, 2011
When Ruth Rooney moved in 2005 to a two-bedroom house in Vallejo, California, near Napa Valley’s famed wineries, the historic St. Vincent’s Hill neighborhood attracted young professionals and there were few vacancies.
Things began to change in 2008 after Vallejo, a city of about 116,000 that had lost its novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-37203018492821186382011-08-21T22:18:00.000-04:002011-08-21T22:18:18.623-04:00Something DifferentI was at the Holocaust Museum doing research Friday. This is an excerpt from a part of what I came back with. It is an interview with a survivor of Treblinka, a death camp, in WWII. In a way it fits, I think, as it describes a real Apocalypse.
A: I experienced it in the camp. I saw it. As soon as one-gave up somehow they found it. The SS, they found it out. They, would have it,somehow novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-30872888870948497122011-08-21T20:06:00.000-04:002011-08-21T20:06:15.955-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 8 by novaThe podium was up on a platform which would require me to climb a couple of steps. I decided not too. I looked at the crowd, did the measured stare while waiting for silence, which I let hang for a couple of seconds before I said what I had to say.
"Thank you for allowing me to stand here before you. You know who I am. You know what I have done. I understand what you want and that is how to novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-17713825716527380512011-08-21T19:11:00.000-04:002011-08-21T19:11:46.038-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 7d by novaChapter 7d
I walked down the aisle left for me as people moved out of the way just enough to get in a better position to stare at me. I shrugged off Ty and Kat's help and ignored their whispered comments which summarized said I was supposed to wait and get called up to the podium. I don't wait. It pisses some people off. I can't say that I care.
Of course I wasn't doing my manly confident novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-83353859443445018912011-08-21T11:18:00.000-04:002011-08-21T11:18:58.088-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 7c by novaChapter 7c
We did the "How are ya's" along the way. Kat had told me somewhere in the journey here how important it was to "see" each person I met or looked at. I just grunted, and said "Got it."
The problem with people, in my mind at least, was they always assumed someone new was an idiot when it came to their local pond. Pond were ponds. A big fish, a couple of other almost big fish, usuallynovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28051814480318224462011-08-20T07:05:00.000-04:002011-08-20T07:05:55.490-04:00I have the flu or a cold or I have been cursedThought I could shake it but it is getting worse. I'll be back in a day or two. Just staring at the screen brightness is making my head ache.
I like the idea of him being cursed...novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-10047578139919742042011-08-17T19:49:00.000-04:002011-08-17T19:49:25.500-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 7b by novaChapter 7b
They went on and on about tribal politics, who was going to be there, and who I should pay attention to. I didn't listen. Instead I ran through the street layout of Page, where I thought were the strong points, and how I would assault them. Of course I didn't have any assault troops and I wasn't up to shoot and scoot but it was better then listening to them. To bad I hadn't seen novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-87863143367229612502011-08-16T12:40:00.000-04:002011-08-16T12:40:07.465-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 7a - by novaThey rode in tense silence for a bit. I just rode. I wasn't feeling all the well. I was cold. Colder inside then I should be. The antibiotics weren't doing their job or something else was going on inside me that shouldn't be. I buried it. I needed to focus.
"Tell me about who we are seeing and why."
I thought Ty would answer but instead it was Kat who did. Either he was still smarting novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-53605836170182886552011-08-15T20:15:00.000-04:002011-08-15T20:15:57.277-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 7 by novaTy pulled the truck out onto the dirt road and we proceeded to bump and thump our way to where ever the hell we were going. We rode in silence for the first 20 minutes are so. Ty broke it by asking me, "You don't mind if I ask you some questions about...you know...some of the stuff I heard that you did?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
I stretched my bad leg out and shifted in the seat. Kat whispered in mynovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-18531219360001996132011-08-15T19:06:00.002-04:002011-08-15T19:06:34.802-04:00Time to Get a Gun - Miranda Lambertnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-6490684313267375382011-08-15T16:22:00.000-04:002011-08-15T16:22:34.585-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 6c - by novaI went to stand up and would have fallen over if she hadn't caught me. Once I got stabilized I stiff armed her away from me and bit back on what I wanted to say which was "Stay the fuck away from me!" I wasn't angry with her. I was angry with me. Angry with the way life had turned out, angry with my leg. Angry that I still missed Night so much. I took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, my leg novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-89395307297430783712011-08-14T17:45:00.000-04:002011-08-14T17:45:14.609-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 6b by novaI was still sitting there when Kat returned with Ty and Grandmother. They approached me cautiously and when they were about ten paces from me they stopped and didn't say a word. I knew they were there but I didn't say a word. Why? For two reasons really; I was past thirsty, way past parched, and deep into the land where my throat tissue could polish pine. The other was I didn't care. In fact I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-60613100501999279102011-08-12T11:54:00.000-04:002011-08-12T11:54:34.889-04:00The Unknown - Chapter 6a - by novaWhen Ty left he took Grandma with him. That was thoughtful. It wouldn't have stopped what me from what I had in mind but it was a pretty clear sign that I wouldn't have any problem getting to sleep later.
She was gentle and I was restrained by my leg so what happened was different then my usual use them and loose them encounter. Far different. I had never let myself be touched inside again afternovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3