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About Me

On March 28th, 1976, a poor couple, with their marriage in a state of rapid detereoration and two children already, brought forth a son named James Walter Runyon. This kid, a scrawny, somewhat gangly youngin, (and who would develop strange mannerisms in the future), was named after James Walter Damron, a good friend of the family where they lived in West Virginia. James' parents could probably see the kid was no good at an early age, and I imagine, they considered throwing him down the well, or feeding him to the neighbor's hogs. Yet, they kept him around for no other purpose than to gasp each day in disbelief that the good Lord could create such a being. Anyway, it came to pass that James' mother and father couldn't keep the marriage together. Probably because they were constantly blaming each other's side of the family for the kids deformities and all-around strangeness. So, in the bitter cold months of 1980, they split ways. Even though his mother fought to pawn the kid of on his Dad, Pops, it seemed wanted no part of it. (And who could blame him) On that fateful day, he was shipped off to Ohio, where his mother would move in with her sister and her husband. There, the freakish kid, actually accumulated a handful of friends. (Though his enemies far out-numbered them) He spent his days playing baseball and running from cruel neighbor kids. Once, he was even bashed in the head with a bag of those miniature army men by a teenager who thought the boys image was disgusting. Somehow, this tactic failed to rid the world of the unfortunate, bastardly kid. For the next several years, until he was twelve, he resided there with his mother and siblings. When, suddenly, he became frustrated with his life, and chose to move back to his Father's residence. Finally, after several butt-whoopins from Daddyo, James began to catch onto this thing called life. . .. . .to be continued.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I would love to meet my Grandmother Norma, (on my father's side), who died when he was just a child. Also, my Aunt Muriel Jean, (on my mother's side), who was killed in an accident when she was 13. I'd also like to meet a living president, Harold Schechter, and a descendant of E.A.P.

My Blog

NINE

Today, I spent many hours with my wife, Jen.It was our anniversary.  Nine Years.The thing is, I can remember the first day like it was yesterday.  Jen has taught me a lot about myself over the years. ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 21:08:00 GMT

The Confirmation of a Wayward "Friend"

Seriously, sometimes I think, "Jibbes, man, you are just way too different!"  or "Jibbes, you're never gonna fit!"The truth is, no matter how much I refer to these feelings in script or in thought, th...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 07:19:00 GMT

Flies

I am sitting with a view; of pictures of Poe, our children and you.I'm embracing memories; the part of us that no one sees.I am waiting at wits end; for patience to guide, for heaven to send.I'm divid...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 17:57:00 GMT

Schechter, Poe and Crockett

I had to write this excerpt from Harold Schechter's "NEVERMORE" because I think it's one of the funniest damn things I've ever read!  For those of you who may not know who Schechter is:  He's a damn g...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:35:00 GMT

An End

Someday soon in the middle of June, I'll lie, face up to the sky. In this summer day, I'll wither away, A failure for living a lie.   Hour after hour, no eyes to scour, Life and it's beautiful ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 00:47:00 GMT

An Erie Soul

Diminished thoughts of hope, spinning on an orange and brown axis; revolving around black and white film of triumphant, as well as heartbreaking, years gone by:   44!   The Fumble!...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:53:00 GMT

My Wedding Toast

The following is the prepared toast speech I gave this past Saturday at my brother's wedding.   It has been rewritten SEVERAL times, so, I think it's good enough to share.   Maybe ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:42:00 GMT

Bent and Broken

As I stood there, not yet feeling the pain, in that split second after I'd made a 15-stitch gash across the index and middle fingers of my fret-hand, I was peering below at a splash of blood whic...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:30:00 GMT

Music Theory

In '91, when Joe and I joined our first band, "BadApples" (named so because of a Guns-n-Roses song on one of the "Use Your Illusion"s albums), niether of us knew a thing about music.  How to writ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 19:10:00 GMT

MY BLACK DISMAY

Before I die, you should know, I take you with me where I go. I am just a vengeful spirit Heaven cannot love. When I absolve this guilt within, A liar's life and lust for sin, I'll wither under Earth...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 18:19:00 GMT