Bunderstorm

About the author:
John Preston Bundy sprung from the loins of his loving mother at the end of a most pleasant April in the foul year of our Lord of nineteen hundred and seventy-nine. A healthy, happy, and curious child, John had grown quite accustomed to the moustache of his father Randy, the tender embrace of his mother Susan, and in the meantime had developed a liking to a red leather rocking chair that was fixed in the living room of a quaint and comfortable home. The small Southern community provided warmth and kindness for this boy's coming of age. Swimming pools, covered-dish suppers, bike rides at dusk, and overgrown fields provided a script for a glorious childhood. John's marks were always above average - some even considered him a gifted lad. High hopes dwindled above his head, and a bright and soaring future could be seen in the distance.
As this child grew, a mischievious darkness followed him. Not an evil darkness, but one of curiosity and question. He was always a good boy, but teen-aged angst and rebellion followed suit. Once a boyscout and attendee of Sunday school, this child developed a train of thought unlike most, but not far enough removed from the rest to flag concern. A self-declared fatalist at an early age, John continued to reject the necessity for relationships and the rules of the established. Although his parents became concerned, they knew their child had a plan and was in fact controlling his own destiny. The boy took a liking to the wonders of music, and soon became inclined in said field. Alas! Direction!
His marks throughout his educational career remained high. As his collegiate education came to an end, the blueprint of his life was questioned once again. Although the train had not derailed, it had come to a hault for the time being. The following six years (and counting) seemed to be a blur of independent retail (principles, my good man), creating music compositions in the company of comrades, revelry, and adventure. The hedonistic philosophy seemed to provide the key to happiness. John remains a positive and caring person to this day while masking it with a tough exterior. A life of adventure has provided him with an opportunity to meet and interact with some amazing folk - John would refer to them as 'real people' - those with nothing to prove to those around them, only to themselves. The people that are close to him are deeply loved and respected. Although some may doubt his stance, this unkempt and seemingly shy individual has discovered the meaning of life through simple means.
And to John, Godspeed! We wish you luck dear boy with the life that you have created for yourself. We raise our glasses towards the sky.