KJames

I sure sympathize with that, Mark M...I'd do a 3-some with both of them... I also seem to remember Escorial as a mustard yellow... Alejandro did something that scared JP and Stephan, too, when he made the arrangements to have Bitty killed... Of course, it will be untraceable back to anyone, and he had his dad make the "necessary" arrangements since his father more or less owed them all a deep debt of gratitude.

Hermet, you forget that Claire is also a twin--her brother, Billy, died in an auto accident in Be Rad--daughter of Jeff, JP's second love, and Isidore, JP's wife through a marriage of convenience. Marcel is also Jeff's son, from a drug crazed bang with a French whore. 'Ace', Brad and Claire's older 'brother', is the son of Isidore and Andre, JPs first love, and his name isn't Ace, it's Andre Clerrault Crampton, AC Crampton, or ACE for short.

That's what I like about James, Tiger, he gets mad, then gets even!

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Well...if the age in your message sidebar is accurate, I'm now older than you are...unless you lied out of vanity? I only look older because my beard has the white hairs in it...it's the only place I've got white hairs!

Law Decides

-also kjames are you a bit star struck cause you're trolling a lot of my posts. You know Signal Hill isn't that far from here. I could drive up and we could have a tea party.. Yeah a tea party. --- Star struck? Moi?!? Don't be so full of yourself, Chase...I was living in Laguna Beach with my first lover before your parents ever got together.

Chase, I'll also agree with Lace'...you're normal in that 'young adult' way that is extremely flexible based on mood and situation, and it can and does cause some conflicting feelings at times--trust me, I lived through that sh' almost 30 years ago. Life's strange that way. It takes a while to really ground yourself into likes and dislikes with any concreteness and fixed point of reference, then the real comparisons start, and the self-determination/self-recriminations of "Do I want to change this about myself?" There isn't really anything you listed in your blog that should be setting you off...and, despite what I've said about you previously, you sound like you're on your way to being pretty well set in reality despite its shortcomings.

Oh, you're the devious one, aren't you?!?

Freshener Aerosols

According to your profile, you were yesterday, I'm today!

First, I'd like to thank ArpeGGio for starting this thread to me...he knows he didn't have to.... Second, I'd like to thank everyone else that's replied so far, you're all authors that I've read on here...that means a lot. Third, today's going to be a day just like any other--busy as --and another Southern California Roaster to boot. EXCEPT!! I'm being taken to dinner at Orange County Mining Company! YAY! The steakhouse with a view of the whole Orange County/LA County basin...... (there's going to be 10 of us) AND, I already got a present from Rob this morning! Now...if you guys and gals want to get me a present, here's what you can do: About a year and a half ago, I read a story, here--or so I thought--that I would like to find again, and I could use help. It was about a boy in High School who made a close friend of another boy (really?) during a rainstorm on the way home after school, who unbeknownst to him, had a big secret. Our boy lived with a single, working mom, his new friend with a single dad. At one point in the story, the first boy (without the secret) went walking along a bluff road near a beach and was assaulted by some bully-boys from the HS in a car who then left, but turned around and came back. Our boy fled into the woods bordering the road fearing they were going to run him over, and was pursued by them, only to be protected, suddenly and unexpectedly, by the appearance of a large, wolf-like creature attacking the pursuers. This same creature did not attack our boy, but aided him and kept him safe, and strangely enough its fur smelled like our boy's boyfriend's hair. (Come to find out later in the story, the boyfriend and his father were both lycanthropes) One of the key phrases in the story was, "Have you ever heard of lycanthropy?" It should be easy enough to search with, but I sure can't find it here...there isn't a way to do a $text search of a story here unless it's one chapter, open, and the find feature in the browser can be used. Another thing: The spellings in the story were following British spellings, "colour" instead of "color", and so on, so I don't beleive the author was in the USA... If any of you also remember this story, or know where it can be found, I would be very grateful.

Better part of a leg than a life. I'm glad he's going to be alright.

Aid Others

Boy Band

Happy Birthday, Jovian! Here's hoping you can get your favorite dinner from your parents out of it! Have a great one!

What a wonderful age to have the good fortune to live to! Congratulations to him, and a good rest. Over here in the USA, we're nearing the end of that era also, as we're down to less than a half-dozen WWI survivors and I think it may actually be down as low as only two or three.

Oh! I'm glad it's today and I didn't miss it! Happy Birthday!

Fall Off (You guys blew it way back at #309-310)

Flowers Blooming

That's a bit unusual...if it's a "gang war"....if innocent victims, then not so. Last time I was in an ER with any shooting victim in it, it was a little a'hole chicano gangbanger that was shot in his foot so he could be shot up with painkillers....so they made him wait. It's a good deterrent for gangs to lie in an ER, in pain, waiting to get stitched back up, de-shotted, and un-bent when limbs are broken in gang rumbles. I hope his surgery can proceed without further delay tomorrow...that his recovery proceeds with increasing rapidity, and that he's home and in familiar surroundings before he can learn to spell the name of his next prescription!

Just saw this, of course I was tipped off by the starter of the thread....but I'm always willing to cautiously nudge someone over the edge of another year! Especially someone like James Savik, who's comments always provide food for thought, if not a reason for some sort of irreverent comment in response! Now that it's time for his birthday cake, can anyone tell me--before I use this here blowtorch to light all the candles--where the guy with the fire extinguisher went? Happy Birthday, James, one of my favorite people on GA! You're another year older, another year more experienced, and another year closer to being able to tell them to take their job and shove it!

And if we're lucky she'll become President!