My new story
Over the summer I had some free time, so I decided to write a short story... the story is about young boy Dax, he gets into an accident, and his life gets turned around, here is a quick excerpt from it:
"On Thursday February 24th at approximately 1 a.m. in Atlantic, Iowa, our tour van hit "black ice" and overturned off of the highway 80. There were seven of us aboard, we were doing 40 miles per hour and slowing down. Patrick Scott was driving the vehicle when it hit the stretch of "black ice", which caused us to skid out of control. Patrick temporarily regained control of the vehicle only to be pulled off the highway by the weight of the equipment trailer we were towing. Fortunately for us, the weight of the trailer then saved all our lives by stopping the vehicle from rolling over multiple times.
The crash was 10 seconds long. All of us were wearing our seat belts except for Alex who was lying down in the back seat. We all hit against the roof of the van upon impact. Six of us sustained minor cuts and bruises. Dax, however, broke his neck upon impact. His head was then pinned beneath the front row of passenger seats. Upon dislodging his foot from what looked to be an unnatural position, Dax's air passage way was cleared and he began to breathe and communicate with us. He told us immediately that he could not feel his lower body. We were met quickly by another motorist, the local sheriff, and an EMT team. The EMT's and firefighters carefully removed Dax from the overturned vehicle. He was then taken to Cas County hospital in Atlantic, Iowa. One hour later he was emergency air lifted by helicopter to Creighton University Hospital in Omaha Nebraska for X-rays and treatment. (In a 15-minute window three trailer trucks and another passenger van all overturned on the same 10-mile stretch of highway and black ice.) Dax is currently recovering at Creighton University Hospital in the intensive care unit where he will remain for the next three weeks at least. Fortunately Dax is completely covered by his health insurance provided by Amoeba Music in Berkeley California. So all of his care is being paid for and will continue to be covered through out his healing process. Both Dax's mother and father (Myrna Anderson and Herman Pierson) were contacted as soon as possible and arrived at the hospital in Omaha within 24 hours. Dax shattered his c5 vertebrae, which is located at the base of the neck. When his vertebrae shattered it bruised his spinal chord and caused severe swelling around the c5 and adjacent vertebrae. His broken vertebrae were his only injury. Dax is currently experiencing paralysis from his nipple line down. His paralysis is very severe the muscles used to breathe and operate the lungs are located below the nipple line. As a result he is on a ventilator to help him breath. The ventilator is a tube that runs through Dax's mouth and into his lungs to facilitate respiration. It?s presence coupled with Dax's inability to use his hands makes communication for Dax very difficult at the present time. Dax has remained conscious and cognizant throughout the entire process.
18th Sept 2010
a tribute to Jam Master Jay, who was shot and murdered. he truly was a pioneer.
the song, Jam Master Jay, when the members of Run DMC say,
Kick off shoes jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he's on his way
To be the best DJ in the US of A
J a y are the letters of his name
Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game
So check out the Master as he cuts these jams
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count 1 2 3
Jam Master Jay Run D.M.C.
He's Jam Master Jay the big beat blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
In '84 he'll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam Master
We're live as can be but we're not singing the blues
We got to tell all y'all the good news
The good news is that there is a crew
Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2
2 MC's who are claiming the fame
And all other things won't be the same
Beacause it's about time for a brand new group
Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstacy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It's everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There's not a break that he can't catch
Jam Master Jay that is his name
And all wild DJ's he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who's the best, y'all should say:
"Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay"
i think they really mean,
relax and prepare to listen to the rythmic stylings of Jam Master Jay as he prepares to perform. as i said, his name is Jay, and he is the best dj in the country. for those of you who are curious, he spells his name J-a-y. he is a scratch dj. a turntablist. manipulating the speeds of the record needle as it passes over the grooves of a record is how he creates his music. watching him in action is quite impressive. the two of us have microphones in our hands. and, as the purest of musicians, our instruments are our voices. now, if you would like, you can count the members of the group. there are three of us. we are the rap group, Run DMC.
Jam Master Jay is quite the fan of bass. and he likes his bass to be of high volume. he is frequently improving himself, because he understands the nature of the music industry which requires such persistence. he's fast now, but just wait for another year. he'll be even faster. because he practices. practice is the only way to achieve dj excellence.
we don't have a lot of money, but it does not bother us as we enjoy buying and drinking our kava from vanuatu, taking our daily doses of Adderall and living simply. there are just two rappers in our group. nevertheless, we will revolutionize things. it's time for a change. time for coup de hip hop. stick with us, Run DMC, and we will put you on the forefront of the music revolution.
here's a little bit of what we, Run DMC, can do. we can make attractive women sing with joy. we liven up any party. men have daydreams about what it would be like to be us. and everyone is impressed with our capabilities.
we have a dj that can remix music so well that even disco can sound good. and then is no bassline too difficult for him to dissect to recreate as his own.
in case you forgot already, our dj is jam master jay. and he will have dominion over all other dj's.
he stands behind his turntables. he moves his hands a little bit. that is basically all he does.
so, if anyone should ask you who is the best, i would hope that i have convinced you of our virtues that you would name us.
once again, we're Run DMC. and that guy's jam master jay.
It was really busy. it must have been the cornbread they were serving. everybody seemed to have some except me. which is fine because i don't particularly like cornbread.
i put my lunch that i had brought from home in one of the microwaves in the cafeteria. i set the time for two minutes and then i turned around. about a minute later, a woman asked me to move out of her way by saying, "excuse me." as i quickly moved, i wondered what i was blocking. i wasn't near the forks. and i was nowhere near the napkin dispenser. which was empty anyhow. i watched this woman as she approached the microwave i was using. once she realized that there was food already in it, she asked if i was using it. i told her that i was. maybe if i had crouched down and faced the microwave, eagerly counting down the seconds until my leftovers would be hot again, leaving my face a mere inches from the microwave door, she would have been able to decipher that i was using one of the three microwaves. incidentally, the next microwave over was open. it also had no one standing directly in front of it. it was just further down. about four inches further, to be precise.
i wonder what the woman thought that i was doing. hypothetically speaking, i could've been waiting for someone. but why would i do that in the most congested area of the cafeteria when there is an equally convenient and much less crowded space just a few feet away. or maybe she thought i was in line to pay for food. but my hands were empty. and i wasn't standing in a line. and the register that i was nearest to didn't even have a cashier at it. so what could she possibly have thought that i was doing by standing in front of the microwave? not that it really matters or anything. i'm just curious. maybe she thought i was just hanging out and that i also particularly like to hang out by people in line to buy lunch. it's a possibility.
after i heated my food, i sat down at a table. by myself. and all the chairs eventually disappeared from my table. other people needed them. so, if you had seen me, what you would have had was an image of me eating alone. and if that wasn't subtly depressing enough, there were now no chairs at my table. which effectively eliminated any and all possible hope that someone might stop by and hang out while i was eating. all in all, i didn't care. i prefer eating alone.
before i sat down at my table, as i was leaving the microwave/cash register/condiment/really-poorly-designed-space, i walked behind a short woman. she worked in the hospital. she saw another employee stacking chairs. apparently, she was friends with the man. she seemed to greet him in a fairly social manner and she also knew his name. as the woman said her lengthy hello, the man simply continued to stack chairs. the first real question she asked the man was, "what are you doing?" the man paused and stared blankly at her. i found this to be intensely humorous.
although i have gotten over my cold enough such that i was able to ride in to work today, i am still rather sick. my nose is runny. but not runny like a five year old child's would be. goopy is a better word, i believe. i keep feeling the need to sniffle. and everytime i blow my nose, it isn't normal nose run type stuff. it is this goopy, thick, nastiness that sticks to everything.
if women found men with goopy noses attractive, i would have to tell you that, right now, i would be swimming in a pool of poon tang. but women don't find men with goopy noses attractive. so no poon tang. although, there really wasn't much poon tang lying around when my nose wasn't runny either.
sometimes at work, i need to fart. and sometimes i need to fart while i am in the elevator. when this happens, i will wait until i am just about to get off the elevator. and then right before the doors open to let me out, i will open my doors to let it out. i especially enjoy this when there people waiting to get onto the elevator on the floor that i am going to get off the elevator. and if i need to fart before while waiting for the elevator, i will let it rip right before i get on. so then the next person to wait for the elevator will mysteriously be blanketed in a mist of ass. and i will be long gone. and the person will have no idea what is making that fart smell.