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About Me

"You're like one of those clipper ship captains. You're married to the sea."
"Yes, that's true.
But I've been out to sea for a long time."


I tend not to party very much, as social gatherings with strangers tend to frighten me, however I love people which leaves me with a desire to get out of my house more often; it's a strange dichotomy.
I probably won't add you unless I know you in the real world (you know, the place that existed before the internet came along), or know you by proxy, or you attempt to engage in some semblance of intelligent conversation via IM, or email, or the telegraph. Don't worry, that last part isn't as hard as you might think (intelligent conversation, not the use of the telegraph; I hear those are a mite tricky).
AIM - B for Bethlehem

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

When I say we should do something sometime, I'm secretly hoping you'll say 'Why not now?'

My Blog

Albom (rough draft)

The Albom sector was always the most dangerous.  It had always been this way since the inception of the training program.  To be honest, since government sanctions were lifted there was no p...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:53:00 GMT

Albom (unfinished rough draft)

The Albom sector was always the most dangerous.  It had always been this way since the inception of the training program.  To be honest, since government sanctions were lifted there was no...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 14:36:00 GMT

Poetry Assignment I

PANTOUMPrometheusThere were no fires here, yetWe lounged atop hills of green, under azure skies.We claimed vast expanses of land for our own.All the while, we hid our truths, we hid our lies.We lounge...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 01:45:00 GMT

Prescience VIII (Final?)

VIII.  So a couple weeks later we were chasing this junkie one night, Chas and I, up the stairs of the Pennyworth Apartments.  Usually this kind of thing, the chasing and the huffing and the...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:03:00 GMT

Prescience VII

VII.  After cases everyone usually heads back to the station.  You go to the lockers, get changed, get your stuff, eventually go home, paperwork permitting.  This is where Chas and I ha...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:01:00 GMT

Prescience VI

VI.  I was twenty eight when my father was on his death bed.  I made it a point to visit him despite our&history.  I hate hospitals as they always smell like latex, and this one was no ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:00:00 GMT

Prescience V

V.  I moved to New York to become, of all the goddamned things, a cop.  I lived in Boston for a few years prior, bartending at a small hole in the wall called the "Red Corner."  It was ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:58:00 GMT

Prescience IV

IV.  My name is James Parlance.  Yes, Parlance, like the fucking saying.  I've been called everything from Jim to Jimmy to Lance to Parly and probably anything else you can think of in ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:57:00 GMT

Prescience III

III.  Everything came to a head between myself and my father one night after he was too liquored up to even turn the lights on in the house.  I came home from some party or another to find h...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:56:00 GMT

Prescience II

II.  I can vividly remember the sound of my father's belt as it was ripped from his jeans;  like the hiss of some sort of amalgam snake of hide and steel.  This is how the beatings woul...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:55:00 GMT