Topher Lydon

Jeff and Topher need to go on more nostalgia trips, hah, you're good for the soul.

That's the one. I'd just officially become a man, and my friend Sean, and our friend Andrew decided that they wanted to see what would happen when they get the tea-totalling me very very blitzed... I think they thought it would help with Nick. I mean it did, but that's a side story I will get into later. Nick was, different and quite wholesome for a weed dealer.

Ahh Nirvana, when I was 13, laying on my friend Curtis's bed, head hanging off the end of it upside down as Curtis insisted that i had to listen to this band... This was before Cobain... did he thing. We were Nirvana fans before it was cool LOL... well before we were cool... well we were never cool, but we were there. I am debating if I should post Wil's album here, was talking to Doc about it, but figured I wanted the story to stand on it's own first. Maybe tomorrow.

Wil. Jimmy met Wil on a cold February day, specifically the 27th, his birthday. Like all things associated with Jimmy that were too personal, that particular day was rough. He’d mostly spent it avoiding people and trying to get his head sorted out. Coffee with Ryan that morning always provided a good distraction. The two creative minds working through the latest plot, plan, or book idea. Jimmy could pitch ideas back and forth with Ryan without any kind of judgment. Ryan was, and still

Stoker is about as subtle as a brick

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i am an unbelievable moron! I never thought of this... you know... they'd have saved them... but... oh bother. I need another cup of coffee, and you Mister Blew, are a genius and I'd kiss you were you not pixels and digital and stuff...

As a Brit, can I just say, this wasn't our fault... I mean it was... but ... we're going to deny it.

:: Whines :: I didn't want to do a book 3... cover art is a pain in the arse! Book 3 : The Watcher's : Shattered Citadel I have kind of seen it coming for a day or two now.

Self, Matter and Idea are all in this book. The other two are... not yet... in book 2... well *should* be in book 2... Nature and Understanding if we follow the Bhuddist teachings, but I am not 100% sold on that yet, so you know, i reserve the right to make it, to quote Stoker: The Aggregate o' Pissin' me off, and t' Aggregate o' bein' a pain in m' Arse!

Hugo's going to watch EVERY single one with a vacant look on his face and a dreamy expression in his eyes. And we all know Stoker's going to do his damnedest to make sure Hugo does.

That's really interesting. And given... things at a time that we won't discuss here at this time... rather troubling.

exactly, I was trying to follow the Bhuddist Aggregates which present knowledge as being the ideal. I *still* haven't reached the final two Aggregates yet, things in Book 2 take a long Themla and Louise style jaunt cross country and off a cliff... Stoker and my damn plots... Just... ball of chaos man, total utter... ball of chaos.

Had to make sure that Matter had its limitation as clear as Idea has its. Self has his own as well. Primordial powers that are dangerous if not used right, or tempered.

I mean, even before Alec accepted his aggregate, my money would still have been on him

I'm up... awake, yes... awake is a state that a person is in... I need coffee... and I just realized I published this one really early and it's 2:30 am... ok I think I need to go back to bed... and fall down. I thought I was running late :: goofy grin:: I haven't had this happen since High School...

Washington D.C. – November 24th 1953 The plan was audacious, and Hoover, aware of exactly who and what Wojciech was, had executed it with ruthless precision. He wasn't going to storm the White House, but the moment the boys stepped out of the protective confines of the Executive Mansion, they were his. The Smithsonian's vast, echoing halls were a world of wonder. The pale, winter sunlight, filtered through the immense windows of the rotunda, fell in d

yes, 21 chapters... :: pats the book :: It's a nice... um... good... um... its a... um... It's A book, yes.

You're allowed on tinsy, vague statement a week

Certainly a few Strawmen

Since this isn't a spolier, it's already in the text: Go back and see what Dottie said about them when she gave Hugo the Black Visa card.

Very good question. One that will be touched on in Book Two. But as you have probably seen in chapter 28, she does indeed go to the future, and kicks starts the Computer age with a Macbook. I look at it as "POTENTIALLY" she needs to start building something, and this is the era she can do it. Giant Killer robots don't just build themselves... ooo ooooooooooooooooo idea.... ::pen clutched in hand furious note taking::

Oh Hugo was amazing, BRAVE so willing to step out of himself to find out. I've had a couple of boyfriends who fit the Hugo type. Kyle who will come in these stories, he's about three years away from this point. And Kyle is another big one, but I have to stay focused, Wil was a large part of my life for a very long time, but ... yeah, you guys will see. Oh Gods I have to do Little Danny... and Ben.. Benji... ack... so many <.< *ahem* I have had a run of extremely good people in my life, I've dated and married some absolute EVIL little buggers... but generally my ex's are a wholesome lot. Mister Fuji texts me every other day, he's AN AWESOME bundle of genuine sweet little old man (note we're ALL OLD NOW but young when we met) Stuart, who I never quite got there with... then there were the warriors, the ones who went to F-ing war for me, like Mikhail, gotta love Russian Police officers... well... the nice ones... who aren't evil... just fierce and ... well... damn... First guy I slept with who wore a gun everywhere... mmmmmmmmmmmm tough, strong and.... oh dear going to stop now. Talking too much and @Jeff Burton will skin me alive.

Well you lot are going to have to excuse events falling out of order a little, because to do that, might require me to shuffle things. You see this is Late Spring '98, I met Wil on Feb. 27th. So there are things that happened in between, but if you want me to, and are ok with things referenced as flash backs, then I can do that. Poor Hal... and Jon the artist... wait... no... not Poor Jon, screw Jon, he was a jerk Dumped me on Feb 14th of that year... jerk. Jon is awesome but... screw Jon, he can become a footnote, less than one... an off camera reference of Jerky-jerkdom with Jerk Frosting... and... nope no issues there... don't know what you mean I am well adjusted. Huh, wait... yep Hal was after ok that one's fine... just... yeah Jon - Screw Jon... I love Jon, he's a great guy and a friend. But you know... still a jerk.