Book of Jamez

55 y/o malcontent, something of a writer

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Random thoughts, unsolicited opinions, personal stories, and the occasional rant. I’ve been around long enough to have a few things to say, and apparently nobody thought to stop me from putting them on the internet.

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  • Posting Issues

    Trying to post a story I wrote, but can’t get it up… viagra anyone?

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  • Anonymous

    I can’t of course mention her name… she’d never forgive me. She has the biggest heart behind the gruffest exterior. A buzzed hair cut, keys jingling as she walks by. Everyone knows her, no one truly knows her-she has touched the lives of so many. She’s given gifts towards every cause brought to her attention, never takes credit, never signs the card. If something was done for you, by an unknown source, she did it.…

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  • Red Leather

    Red leather gloves hit the canvas, air rushes out of his lungs and his gloves. The canvas bag swings back and forth, he dances on the balls of his feet; moving this way and that left hand jabs out quickly comes back guarding his face. He looks at the mirrored wall and adjusts his stance, his leg lifts-impacts the bag before the eye can see. “No, No,” comes a deep voice “what are you doing,…

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  • Changes

    I’ll be moving back to Washington, DC in one month (+/- a day or two). What prompted? Well, mostly the recent trip up there for Michelle’s wedding. Even though it was a five hour trip (the way up there) and the tourists were in the streets like diaper rash on a baby… I realized I miss it: I have so many friends/family there… and reliable PUBLIC transportation, and jobs abound… My old room is available,…

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  • Dismal Café

    The café, with a large plate glass window over looking the Lutheran church, was a staple of Dismal, known throughout the tri-country area for its blueberry pie and the two ladies that met there every morning for prayer and coffee. Ms’s Evelyn and Zelda knew more about the goings on in town than anyone else; they knew the histories of every family in Dismal for the last fifty years. They should, they were both school…

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  • So Far Away…

    I’m reading Hamlet for school, and my last English paper will be five pages long on one of the major themes of Hamlet. I HATE HAMLET. Never have I had such a hard time reading something, or finding a reason to care. Here’s a major theme of Hamlet… its long and boring with too many footnotes. Algebra, is still my primary foe in school-exponents, radicals and radicands. “Be patient with your variables.” In Algebra, if…

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  • Channel Marker

    Two of my stories have been published in the school annual collection of student writings.Channel Marker You can read them there, or on MrJamezq.blogspot.com unedited.

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  • Ghosts

    I’m staying at my old place in DC over the weekend.I walk into the kitchen and my cats do not appear at my feet hustling for treatsThey do not race up and down the stairs or peek through the railing, as if to smile from a afarThe old blue couch is gone, moved to Chesapeake with me, so I can’t lie back and napMaybe tomorrow when Gary is here it wont seem so empty and…

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  • Dismal Forecast

    The room was spinning and Peter threw his hand on the ground in an attempt to stop it, all it did was make it spin a little faster and his head throb; not to mention his hand had landed in something warm and wet. Last night had been just another night out for Channel 8’s Peter Simon, he’d go to the tavern in the city and sit on a stool, entertain the locals with weather…

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  • Dismal Peak

    As small towns go, you can’t get much smaller than Dismal Peak; one thousand people lived there, give or take a few. No roads went through the town, as the town was off to the side at the base of a snowy mountain peak. The main attractions in town were four taverns and a bowling alley on the outskirts; the closest school was a fifty minute school bus ride. Not that it mattered that much,…

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