Love on Wheelz

About A Girl: Monopoly

2009-11-13T01:17:32Z

“Wanna come over and play monopoly on Friday?” I texted her. We had talked about how no one ever wanted to play monopoly.

“Sure. I’ll be over after work. Around 10 pm.”

I looked forward to Friday all week. I thought about jokes and scenarios and thought up flowcharts based on those scenarios. I know, trying to map out conversations before they happen is completely ridiculous and stupid. But it made me feel secure and comfortable. I had a plan. I was in control and I knew what I was doing

Friday night rolled around and I waited for her next door, at my uncle’s. I wanted privacy from my nurses and my mom. Especially my mom. She thinks women are delicate flowers and should be treated as such. She’d be horrified to hear me talk the way I do.

10:15 – I paced back and forth, up and down the carpet for what seemed like hours. To say I was nervous is an understatement. I’d hung out with her before, but I didn’t like her then. It was the first time I was hanging out with when I liked her. I had to be my best, and my best wasn’t very good to begin with. So I had to be better than my best.

10:20 – “Hey there.” she said as she walked in. Game time. We made some small talk about her work (it still sucked), what I’d done during the week (jack shit) and why she worked so many hours (she liked the money).

“So you ready for some monopoly? I have a pimpin’ antique set.” Yes, I collect monopoly sets and brag about them. Fuck off.

“Yeah, but I warn you, I always get Boardwalk.”

“We’ll see.” Boardwalk and Parkplace are overrated. Sure the rent is a shitload, but buying the hotels will clean you out, and you’re fucked if you land on someone elses property. Plus, the odds of them landing on your hotels are one in twenty, as opposed to the three out of forty on every other color. The trick is to get the middle of the road ones. I didn’t tell her this, of course. I wanted to win. No one, not even her, would beat me at monopoly.

10:30 – We start playing and I land on the “Go to Jail” square on my first go around. I stayed in jail while she bought up all the property.

10:32 – I get out three turns later only roll a 12 and an 8, back in jail.

“I guess I’m just a bad boy.” I said in my best mock porno voice. I love making bad jokes.

“I guess you are.” she said laughing. We keep rolling.

10:35 – Her phone rings, it was a text. “It’s one of my guy friends.” she said, answering the question I was about ask, “He wants to be with me.”

“Oh.” My heart sank. What an asshole, trying to compete with me, I hate him. He probably has the clap. And herpes. Asshole. “So what did you say?”

“I said no.” Poor guy. “He has a girlfriend, so I don’t want to. He wants me on the side, but that’s kind of shitty. Especially since I know her” Yup, asshole.

10:47 – She blows my nose.

10:50 – Again.

10:53 – And again. “You just like blowing me don’t you?” This line works better on her than Nick. She laughs, “Oh yeah, I love it!” I can flirt, who knew?

11:00 – The nurse shows her how to use the suction machine on my mouth. There is a good joke in here somewhere.

11:04 – She blows my nose and, armed with her newfound knowledge, asks, “Do you want me to suck you?” I look at her. There’s a confused look on her face until she realizes what she said. She turns period blood red and she starts laughing hysterical into my shoulder . This is the closest I’ve gotten to a sexual proposition and she’s laughing at the thought of it. I consider sepoku.

11:07 – I have all the red properties, I start putting hotels in. She’s about to pass through murderers row, baby!

“Don’t worry.” she says, “I won’t land on them.”

“You better hope you don’t.” A 10, 8 or 11 will do it.

11:08 – It’s a ten!

“Hahahahaha! Pay up, baby!” If I could fist pump, I would’ve.

“Whatever, I’ll rebound.” she said giving me $400.

“You won’t survive another.”

11:15 – She lands again and doesn’t have the money to cover it.

“How about… $200 and Water Works?” she holds both up expectantly.

“Hahahaha… no. $200 and Parkplace.” I counter.

“Never. $200 and this green one.”

I ponder it. Now, I’m new at this whole girl thing thing, but I’m pretty sure my normal monopoly strategy of raping and pillaging wasn’t very conductive to wooing her. “Okay, fine. But only because I’m nice.”

“You are very nice.” she grinned

“But I won’t be nice next time.”

11:25 – She’s dead broke and coming up on my side of the board. Well, at this point I own most of the board, but still.

“Not a 5, 7 or 8.” she prayed out loud. Snake eyes. “Yes!”

“Not so fast,” I said, “You rolled doubles, go again.” I had an idea of what to ask for should she land.

“Okay…” she counted the squares to my hotels, “Not a 3, 5 or 6.”

“Not gonna work this time…”

“Oh, hush.” she shaked the dice thoroughly in her hands. It’s a 5. “Alright, what do you want?” I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure if

“I’ll take… your green one and…” I paused, my heart started pounding. This was gonna be the ballsiest thing I’d ever done or said. But I’d promised myself that I would change, so here it went, “…aaaaannnndddda kiss?” There it was, for better or worse. I couldn’t say I didn’t try.

“A kiss?!”

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna whore me out for monopoly money?” She said with a sly smle. She made it sound so bad.

I nodded.

“Hahahaha.Alright.” She got up and walked towards me. This was it. My first kiss. After 19 years it was finally coming and I did it all by my self. “Muuuuuuuaaa.” On the cheek. God-fucking-dammit. My grandma kisses me on the cheek. It doesn’t count. I didn’t tell her though. My ballsy moves ammo had been used up for the night.

11:45 – She looks at the time, “Alright, I think you beat me. You want to count it up?”

I had a huge pile of money and about 10 properties. She had $5 and 1 property. “Eh, let’s call it a tie.”

“Hahaha, alright. It’s a tie” She said as she packed up the set. “You want me to carry this back next door?”

“Yeah, please. After you.”

“You just want to look at my ass!” she quipped as she walked away.

I smiled, “Well, of course!” I walked her to the door.

“I had a great time tonight. It was nice to relax after work.”

“Hey, any time.”

I was proud of my self. I could interact with girls now. They’re people. People I want to stick my penis in. But people nonetheless. However, with this girl, it was more than that. I wanted her to be my girlfriend.

Moms Say the Darndest Things: MOM!

2009-11-06T05:24:28Z

So I’m in the shower and I need to pee. I don’t pee on the shower chair. Even if it is rinsed off, some pee molecules will be left. So I asked the nurse to go get the urinal. It’s just me and my mom. The water stream is hitting my dick, making it harder to hold it in.

“Can you move the…” I closed my eyes as I bounced up and down. It was getting really hard to hold it in, “The fucking thing, move it, please.”

“Why? Is it jerking you off or what?”

“…” Imagine walking in on your dad taking it up the ass and you have an approximation of my expression.

“No mom, no it’s not.”

About a Girl: A Date?

2009-11-09T06:06:38Z

“Text Roxanne that we’re on our way, please?” I asked Nick as we got into the van.

“Yup. So where are we going today, Ms. Daisy?”

“I was thinking something like Sunset Cliffs?” It’s exactly what it sounds like. Big ass cliffs overlooking the ocean where you can park and watch the sunset.

“Sounds fun.” he said with a knowing smirk.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, Casanova.”

“Fuck you.” I said with a half chuckle. I hadn’t really planned it as a romantic “date”. It was just something that I like doing that I thought would be fun. I didn’t think of it as a date either. Truth be told, the idea never even crossed my mind. I wasn’t calm, but I wasn’t nervous either. I was… focused. The way you are before a big math test. You know how to do the problems, you just have to make sure you don’t make any stupid mistakes.

“Hello, miss. Your Cloud 9 shuttle is here.” Nick said as we pulled up beside her.

She smiled and hopped in, “Hey, hun.” she said as she kissed me on the cheek. “Where we going?”

“Raul thought it’d fun to hang out at sunset cliffs. That okay with you?”

“Yeah, sounds fun.”

She started telling us about her work. How she didn’t feel welcome there because of her gender, but that she didn’t mind when customers flirted with her. And she even wore tank tops to show a bit of cleavage.

“So if a customer like Raul came in and grabbed your ass, would you care?” Subtlety is not one of Nick’s stronger points.

“No, not at all.”

“There’s your green light, buddy.” he said without missing a beat. I just chuckled nervously. We drove west until we ran out of highway. Then went down a dingy street filled with old houses, cheap apartments and liquor stores. The street started curving to slowly reveal the Pacific. There’s something very humbling about the sea. It’s so fucking vast and empty. It’s the only place—aside from space—where there are no human settlements. It makes you realize just how much you don’t matter outside of your own little universe. And how, in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter whether or not I did well with her or not. The world would not stop spinning if she didn’t like me. And it wouldn’t turn into Eden if she did. I relaxed.

“So you wanna get out or…?” asked Nick.

“Umm… yeah, That’s kind of the point.” I said, looking at her for validation.

“Yeah, let’s go outside and look at the ocean.” So we did. It was windy and after sunset, but it wasn’t nighttime quite yet.

“I think wearing this dress was a bad idea.” she said, holding it down with both sides She was fighting the wind and the wind was winning. She grinded her teeth and squatted to try and negate the effect of the current. It didn’t work. A hard gust swept in and did a Marylin Monroe on her dress. “OMIGOD!” she screamed as she struggled to put it down. “Damn, Raul’s getting a show here.” she said jokingly.

“Hey, I don’t mind.” The wind was my friend.

“I’m sure ya don’t!”

“He really doesn’t.” quipped Nick.

It was getting cold, “Do you want a blanket?” I asked her.

“Do I want to flash you?” You’d think she’d be disgusted, but she wasn’t. She had an almost excited look on her face. In hindsight, I should have just let her misunderstand me. But you don’t get that benefit in those situations. Tom Brady, I am not.

“Hahaha, no. Do you want a blanket?” I said, enunciating more.

“Ohhhhh, heh. No, I’m fine. Can I have a cigarette?”

“Sure.” People are always tentative about smoking around me. If my parents were there, they’d say to at least blow the smoke away from me. But I don’t give a shit, I enjoy the smell. Plus, I’m a fucking rebel. I tell friends they can smoke around me.

“Mind if I take a puff?” I asked. I’d never had a smoke while sober, but it sounded good.

“Are you sure you can do that, bro?” Asked Nick.He looked a bit worried. He was still at the point where he was getting used to me.

“Yeah, no problem. Just one puff.” I took the longest and deepest drag I could. Being drunk must supress my taste buds, because I had never noticed the horrible aftertaste. It penetrated my entire being and it took all my strength to fight off my gag reflex.

“You want another puff?” Asked Roxanne. Nick looked worried.

“Nope…” I said, trying my best to keep my composure, “I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I made a mental note not to smoke when sober again. It got dark and colder so all three of us huddled into the van. We started talking about our lives.

“So are your parents divorced?” she asked.

“Yeah, since I was 14.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Eh, I don’t mind. They were always fighting and yelling at each other. At least they can tolerate each other this way. Well… semi-tolerate each other… in really really small doses. What about you?”

“My dad left my mom when I was little. He lives somewhere else. He was in Las Vegas one time, and my sister and I were going to visit him, but he said he wanted to be with his girlfriend more. So…”

“That sucks.” said Nick.

“Yeah. I resent him, to be honest. I just want him to love me.” Everything went quiet. I mean, what the fuck do you say to do that? People aren’t usually that honest or self-aware. It surprised me. I certainly didn’t expect it from a petite twenty year old party chick. She transitioned into another, lighter topic. Party stories; I don’t know how it happened. Good conversations are like that.

“So I’ve been talking to this guy for the whole party. And he’s okay, you know. So he asks me, wanna come with me to the bathroom?”

“Classy.” goes Nick, “Not even a bedroom?”

“I know, right? So he asks me, right. I go, sure why not.”

“That’s your answer?” Nick chuckled, “’Sure why not?’ I love your excitement.”

“Well, he was… whatever. But, anyway, we go into the bathroom and start making out. And we make out for about 10 seconds. I turn around to fix my hair ’cause it’s all messed up. I turn around and the guy already has his pants down.”

“What, no foreplay?” I asked.

“Yeah, you gotta give me something more than that. So I look at him, smile, pat him on the head and walk out.”

“Wow.” Nick and I said simultaneously.

“Yeah, it was a totally bitch move. I feel really bad about it, too.”

“No shit, the poor guy is probably in therapy.”

“Hell, I’d be traumatized.” I added.

“Yeah, my friend told me that was a bitch move. I agreed.” she laughed.

Eventually we got to talking about the meaning of life. Nick said he wasn’t sure, he’s bumbling around and trying to make the people around him happy. Roxanne said she just wanted to be happy and a good person.

“So what do you think is the meaning of life, Raul?” she asked. From an evolutionary perspective, it is to propagate and benefit the species. Philosophically speaking, the meaning of life is completely subjective. You can’t assign one meaning to six billion free thinking individuals, it makes no sense. Everyone needs to find their own meaning and pursue it. All of that went through my mind in a span of three seconds. But I didn’t want to start geeking out in front of her just yet. So I went with a simpler, much shorter answer.

“Sex.” I said. They both chuckled.

“I like how you bring us back around. From serious to sex.”

“I’m gonna go outside and get some air.” Nick said, “Call me if he needs anything, Roxanne.” He really didn’t need fresh air, I knew that. He was giving us “space”.

“So what do you want to do when you grow up?” I asked her. I don’t feel grown up, I don’t think anyone ever does, they just get better at pretending.

“I think I want to be a nurse.”

“Cool. You can practice CPR on me.”

“Hahaha. You’d like that wouldn’t cha?”

“Only a little bit.” I said smiling.

“So, can you drink?”

“Yeah.”

“I wanna get you drunk sometime.”

“Ha. Yeah, anytime.” It was getting late, we had been talking for about for five hours.

“I haven’t had this great a conversation in a long time.” she said, “Seriously, none of my friends are as smart as you. I’ve had a great time tonight.”

“Thank you, me too.” I hadn’t talked to anyone that long in forever. I needed it. I needed the human connection. Not having someone your age to talk to wears on you. It makes you feel broken and alone. Why won’t anyone hang out you? But she made me feel okay for the first time in a while. Her phone rang, it was 1 am and her mom wanted her home.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” asked Nick after dropping her off.

“Yeah. Thank you, Mr. Colburn.”

He laughed, “Anytime, Daisy.”

It’s Different!

2009-11-04T04:38:02Z

Yep, it’s not the same. The layout is temporary, I’ll try to get it like the old one. But it’ll do for now.

As you can see, the archives are to your right, let me know if you have any problems. Part 3 of About A Girl will be up tomorrow around 8 EST.

Update on the Move – October 31, 2009

2009-11-03T02:53:30Z

Okay, there may be some down time here staring tomorrow. In the meantime, I put up a temporary site where you can go for updates: http://loveonwheelz.blogspot.com/

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Sit tight people, I’m doing all I can.

Moving – October 28, 2009

2009-11-03T02:52:31Z

So you may have heard that Rudius Media is shutting down. I’ve gotten lots of questions asking me what I’m gonna do. Here’s the deal: There’s a very good chance that I’m keeping the domain name. However, the layout may be a little different. I’m trying to make the transition as seamless as possible for you guys, so don’t you worry. I’ll post part 3 of About A Girl once we’re all set up next week.

That said, I want to thank everyone here at Rudius for giving me a shot. They took me under their wing and got me to where I am today. Tucker, Corman, Chris, Donika… I’m sure I’m forgetting someone. You’ve all helped me in more ways than you can imagine.

About A Girl: 10:15 On A Saturday Night – October 15, 2009

2009-11-03T02:50:53Z

Read Part 1
The next night, I was waiting for Roxanne. I half expected her to flake. It was, after all, a Saturday night. And considering how she liked to party, it wouldn’t have surprised me if somebody invited her to one and she went there instead. Hell, I wouldn’t have blamed her either. I’d have been a little pissed, but would’ve gotten over it as long as she was honest about it.

That was all moot though because she showed up right around ten, just like she said. I was nervous. Nick wasn’t there to translate or fill in any lulls the conversation with his crass humor. No safety net, and I could easily see myself falling on my face. At least with Nick I could bounce back, but I was on my own here.

“Hey!” she said, “I brought Futurama. It’s my favorite show.”

“Oh cool. We have the whole first season.”

“Did you hear that they’re bringing it back?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but they’re hiring new voice actors. That kinda sucks.”

“Well, it might be okay, as long as they keep the same writers .” I wasn’t doing too bad. She put the DVD on, but we didn’t really watch it. It was more background noise than anything. We talked about what shows we liked, our favorite books–Farenheit 451 for her–the typical getting to know you stuff.

“So what about music?” She asked.

“It varies. Well, here, let me show you.” I started opening up my iTunes.

“Oh, you have… uh… something in your nose.” Goddamn it. Whenever I meet new people I try to swallow my saliva as much as I can, unlike usual when I just have sucked out. I try to be as normal as possible. This, however, usually backfires because when I try to swallow it, it goes the wrong way and out my nose.

“Oh, sorry. Can you get the nurse, please?”

“I’ll do it! Just blow your nose, right? Where’s the tissue?” She started looking around, found it and blew my nose. It… surprised me. People don’t usually do that with me. Especially right after meeting me. I know it seems like such a small thing to mention, but there was something about the gesture. It told me something about her. I’m not sure what it was. Maybe it made me feel more normal? That I can be normal. Maybe it showed me that she viewed me like a normal guy. I’m not sure, but, whatever it was, it was the first time she made my heart beat a little faster, my pulse go a little quicker and my head seem a little lighter.

We talked a little more. She told me about how she has a heart condition, how only half of her heart is working properly.

“Oh, that sucks.”

“Yeah, I almost didn’t make it as a baby. I had to go through a bunch of surgeries as a kid. I got a tattoo right under the scar. Wanna see it?”

“Sure.” She lifted her shirt up to right before her tits. “Nothing Can Touch Me” was written in plain black ink.

“That’s awesome.” I smiled.

“Thanks! I might have to get a transplant in five years. But… whatever. I try not to think about it too much…” she trailed off, “So what about you? Do you have any surgeries left?”

“No. Hopefully not… I had my last surgery a couple years ago.” I told her about it . Then we talked about how awesome morphine was and how much waking up from surgery sucked.

“Shit, I gotta go, dude.” she said looking at the time, “I gotta get up early tomorrow.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked as she left.

“Yep! Pick me up at 7:30.” she waved goodbye. I watched her walk out with a big, goofy smirk stuck on my face. The kind you get when you’re drunk and realize that shit ain’t so bad. Shit might even be alright. That feeling stayed with me the rest of the night.

To Be Continued…

About A Girl: A Shot – October 8, 2009

2009-11-03T02:49:37Z

[Author's Note: Names and dates have been changed. Interactions have been reconstructed from memory, so some small details may not be 100% correct. However, the events are faithfully reconstructed. Hope you enjoy.]

I met Roxanne through my mom. Yeah, I feel pathetic even typing that. She’s the daughter of one her friends. My mom said she wanted to meet me. All I had to hear was, “Girl, twenty years old” before I said yes.

“Tell her she can come by Friday, if she wants,” I said. Nick was working as my pseudo-nurse that night, so I figured that he could take us out if she wanted to.

“Well, I think she works the whole day, but I’ll tell her.” That was good enough. I’d been trying to meet new people, to build myself a social life. I was tired of not having friends. I mean, I had friends. Nick and Rodrigo, but Rodrigo was abroad in London. He wasn’t moving back anytime soon. And ever since the tit incident, I’d promised myself to do better with girls. The only way to do that was to put myself in those situations as often as possible. Here was a chance to do that and I wasn’t about to let it slip away.

Truthfully though, I didn’t think she would show. A twenty year old girl has better things to do on a Friday night than to meet her mom’s girlfriend’s son. So I started planning other things when I didn’t get confirmation that she was coming. Nick and I planned to go out, but that fell through when my brother wanted the van. So I just took a shower, put on boxers and a shirt, and surfed the internet in bed while Nick watched TV.

I don’t like being in bed when meeting new people, especially girls. It gives off the wrong impression. “Here’s this sedentary cripple, look at him. He’s so weak and fragile.” It’s the exact image I try to avoid.

So I wasn’t feeling very confident when I looked over my computer screen to see my mom walk in with a cute, petite, brunette girl behind her. She gave off a party girl vibe. Not “sorority party girl”, but a “my liver has taken more of a beating than Tina Turner” girl.

“Raul, this is Roxanne. Roxanne this is Raul and this is Nick.” said mom.

“Hi” I said sheepishly.

“Hey!”

“So let me get a chair for you.” mom pulled out a chair and left the room to talk with Roxanne’s mom.

“Hey dude, I’m really hungry. I’m gonna go eat something real quick. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, alright?” Nick asked. Awesome, he was leaving me to entertain a girl I’d never met. I foresaw awkwardness and communication problems.

“Alright.” He left the room and there was that awkward silence between the time when you’re first introduced to someone and one of you thinks of something interesting to say. The funny thing is, no matter how much you think about it, it’s never that interesting.

“So… how are you?”

“I’m good, just tired from work, man.”

“Where do you work?”

“‘Xcuse me?” I need some kind of translator. Or one of those voice maskers that turns my voice into a sexy manly announcer voice.

“Where do you work?” I said it again, this time enunciating a little more, but not enough to SOUND like I was enunciating.

“Where do I work?” Success!

“Yeah.”

“I work at Guitar Center..”

“Oh, sweet. My friend loves it there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he drags me there to buy himself drumsticks and play with all the expensive toys.”

“Sorry, I didn’t get that last part.” I repeated myself again. It’s not that I mind repeating myself, it’s just that it makes for uncomfortable moments. And those are never fun. It went on like that for a while. I wasn’t doing bad, just having trouble communicating.

“Hey man, you doing okay?” Nick poked his head in.

“Yeah.” I wanted him to stay so things would go smoother, “You know, you can eat in here if you want.”

“Oh, okay. Lemme go get my food.” The whole dynamic changed as soon as he sat down. He was able to translate anything she didn’t get and fill in lulls in our conversation with his crass humor. I got more comfortable as she got more comfortable.

“I love your dog!” She said as she pet my big goofy golden.

“Thanks.”

“I have three dogs.” she looked up still petting his head, “Puff, Smoke and Mary Jane.” Nick and I chuckled.

“That’s not obvious at all, huh?” I asked, “Does your mom know what they stand for?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So I take it you’re not exactly a church girl, huh?” Nick interjected.

She grinned, “No, not really. I went to a ghetto school, so everyone was drinking and smoking by 8th grade.”

“I’ve always wanted to try weed. I even called a medical marijuana clinic, but I pussed out.” That was the most relevant thing I had to say on the subject.
“Can you smoke?” she asked.

“Yeah.” It’s probably not very good for my lungs, but I’m not exactly known for my good choices. Besides, if all the cool kids are doing it…

“So what are you doing on Sunday? Me and Raul are going out to… somewhere. You wanna go?”

“Well, I work on Sunday.”

“What time do you get off? I don’t get here ’til 7, so…”

“Oh, that’s perfect. I get off at 7. Can you guys pick me up?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I can also come tomorrow after work and bring a movie if you want, Raul,” Roxanne said. “Do you mind me coming at 10pm, or do you go to bed early?”

“No. Not at all. I’m a night owl, so yeah, anytime is cool.” It’s not like I had an awesome kegger to go to.

“Cool. We’ll chill.”

Our moms walked in, “Alright, Roxanne. We’ve gotta go. I have to get up early tomorrow.” It was like the 2 minute warning. The five of us engaged in banal chit-chat. My mom talked about me and Roxanne’s mom talked about her. They made fun of us more than bragged about us. At one point, I looked over at Roxanne standing behind her mom trying to silently get my attention. She then made the universal hand sign for weed, and mouthed, “You want some?” I gave a half-assed laugh and shyly looked away.

“Alright, now we have to go for real.” said her mom glancing at her watch .

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I looked over at Roxanne.

“Yeah, for sure.” They left the room and my mom walked them to the door.

“Hey,” Nick looked over to me, “I’m proud of you.”

“Oh… uh… why?” I’ve never been one to take compliments well.

“What do you mean why? Look at where you were two months ago, dude. You couldn’t put together a coherent thought in front of two girls. You were a nervous wreck. And now look at you, you get another chance and you do a thousand times better. You made her comfortable and you’re hanging out with her all weekend. You do anything you truly set your mind to. And it’s amazing seeing you do it.”

I blushed a little, “You give me too much credit.”

“You give yourself too little.”

Some Updates 2 – September 25, 2009

2009-11-03T02:48:06Z

Hello all. I know there’s been no updates until now, but there’s a good reason for it. I’m about to cross 6,000 words on the new story, and there’s five parts so far. So you’ll get about 7 straight weeks of consistent updates.

The other thing is that I was at the I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell SD premiere (which you should totally go see right fucking now) and I was approached by a few fans, which was really cool. The not so cool part is that I was having breathing issues and loud environments drown out my voice. So I came off a little dickish. To all of you who said hi and complemented me, thank you. I really appreciate it.

Also, I got interviewed by Bill Dawes for the SD premiere video. So I’ll post that if I make the cut.

Some Updates – August 20, 2009

2009-11-03T02:46:37Z

Just wanted to give you guys a quick update. I’m working on a multi-part story that I think you’ll really like. I want to finish the whole thing before I start posting it. This is for two reasons, a) I want to be able to edit it as a whole, and b) I don’t want it to be like the Surgery series where it took so long between parts.

Also, my editor, Chris is on tour with the movie, so he’ll take a little longer to get to my stuff. So updates will be sparse for a bit. But they’ll pick back up once the story is done and polished.

In the meantime, why don’t you check out Dr. Rob and Savage Henry?