Lightening shot across the Jersey sky, lighting up the redlands, igniting toxic emissions. The sound of thunder rattled the snow-covered hospital lying in wait in Willingboro. A scream from within the obstetrics ward shook the night, causing even the clouds in the dark sky to shutter. Throughout the ages, elaborate legends of HIS origins would circulate with mysticism and uncertainty. A child in New York would swear to his friends that HE was an alien that crash-landed in the swampy outskirts of the Jersey shore. Two professors at UNLV would debate about the scientific possibility of radioactivity tampering with HIS DNA. A web blogger in Brighton, England would type that HE was “born from fire and brimstone.†But those that heard that scream, that cold night in December, 1979, would forever remember that as the night that Jason was brought upon our unsuspecting world.
Jason was born from the unholy, and unsanitary union of a Jewish immigrant from the Holy Land and a pale Catholic woman born in the City of Brotherly Love and raised in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. The father, a man known as Stan, came to America in his adolescence, starting out his new life in Empire City itself, New York. He struggled and fought and eventually earned himself a coveted place at the Air Force Academy. He was trained to be a merciless, deadly killer that navigated cargo planes through nature's fury in the name of Freedom. After suffering through tortures that spat on the Geneva Convention, he graduated from flight school and was stationed in a desolate hell hole, a land ruled by savages; McGuire Air Force Base, New Jersey.
Georgeann, or, as her cohorts refer to her, Gigi, was raised a hop, skip, and jump away from Pittsburgh. Perhaps it was the lung-choking smoke from the over-abundant steel mills, or maybe it was the family owned tavern that warped her mind. She was an artist and a hippie, two things that fit together so well, two things that don't take you far in life. Her art was grand, but family and financial pressures led her to abandon her lofty ideals and settle for a paycheck in the United States Air Force, only to land in the vast wasteland of the Garden State. It was in these bleak surroundings, under the constant threat of enemy attack and suspicious alertness, the two wandering souls found each other, came together, and eventually paved the path that Jason would use to walk to this world.Like Jason's mother before him, financial burdens dictated a simpler road, a street that led directly to the front halls of UNLV, his local college. Undeclared and lost, he wandered through the halls of the Runnin' Rebels. The blazing sun scorched the gray cement in between classes, reflecting off the buildings' glass and blinding the sweat-drenched students. As the fiery stove of summer gave way to the frigid icebox of winter, our hero wandered the Earth in a haze of obscurity, a burning rage to find a source of release bubbled beneath his skin. Throughout his journey, he had met some great teachers, and some not-so-great teachers. The great ones challenged him, gave him a new sense of possibility, while the others left him with a bitter taste of complacency in his mouth. Through the tutelage of a couple outstanding and enlightened professors, he found himself venturing into film classes. The cinematic art form harked back to memories of Indiana Jones, Terminator, and every other movie he dragged his parents to growing up, it reverberated with the echo of the hundred upon hundreds of video cassettes that lined the wall around his parents' television. Finally, it kissed his button of artistic release that was blinking with the urgency of an oncoming missile.
Screenwriting afforded him the escapism he longed for, the expressionism he desperately sought, and the seemingly financial stability (ha, ha, ha) of a constantly growing market he required. He flew through the budding film program, laying out idea after idea in the strict conventions of scripts, letting his imagination run free and his fingers type away. He thought he found the home he'd been searching for. Pleasure was there, possibilities were endless, and the hero inside could come forth and scream at the top of its lungs. He graduated college and skimped and saved all he could to make the move to L.A., home of the Hollywood dream. Hollywood beware, for HE is here, and he shall not rest until all is conquered.
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