Topher Lydon

Andrew was big game hunting... and he was loaded for bear... not that... well loaded for scruffy Twink/Nerd/type... oh you get the idea... Loaded for Chicken doesn't have quite the same ring.

God he sounds so young in that song... that takes me back, Wil always had some remarkable talent. I was discussing this song at about 5 or 6 this morning my time, and far too late for his old crabby butt hahahaah It's so strange to think of how long it actually was, it seems only a blink ago...

Some of you have asked, so this was one of the songs he played the first night we met, and later he would play for me on my couch while trying to teach me about guitars. This is him singing. Please enjoy, and let him know if you enjoyed it. I think he'd appreciate it.

Oh Andrew 3 was well and truly in the Bi-sexual camp. He was a competitor, and he wanted his shot. I mean it is entertaining to remember being on the other foot and being pursued for a change.

Wil was down, which meant that Jimmy was up. The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses created a warm cocoon around them. They’d gone to eat at that restaurant he’d had his first date with Hugo in, a place smelling of garlic, fresh basil, and old memories. The waiter had recognized him, and had given him a lopsided grin and an admonishment, even all those years later, by reminding him that they closed at ten sharp. Wil had looked a little puzzled at the first-class treatment t

I promised you a beautiful and very Hugo-practical solution to the problem

Indeed, Hugo is in trouble and he knows it

Because it is important, I draw people's attention to the date.

New York - 1953 – November 25th – D-Day The air was a cold, wet blanket over the streets of New York, a biting November rain that fell in a quiet, relentless sheet. It washed the city in a monochromatic gloom, blurring the hard lines of buildings and turning the asphalt streets into a slick, obsidian mirror. He stood in the silent maw of a dark alleyway, a forgotten space between a deli and a tailor's shop, his body a still, unmoving point in the city's franti

Lol

He's getting there. I am not saying things were perfect, as you will see. But Jimmy was on wards, upwards and building something inside of himself. It took a lot to get there... I need to talk to you guys about little Curtis, Jimmy's first lil Jimmy of his own. You met him in the last chapter and we will hear more of him, and about a company I never worked for, but had a professional relationship that lasted years of mutual respect. Storm. But first, one of the Andrews, which one are you most interested in learning about?

Oh that boy wasn't done by a long shot. He had an awfully high opinion of himself and I loved popping his baloons

Sorry this was so late, I forgot to publish it

Twenty-Two So the three musketeers—Jimmy, Jayson, and Ben—all worked in the same building, Portage, a gleaming monolith of bureaucracy across the Ottawa River from Parliament. They met every day for coffee at the Tim Hortons on the ground floor, a familiar ritual in the cavernous lobby where the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sugary donuts was a constant. Jimmy was pressed, neat, and his tie was done up with an impeccable Windsor knot. Our little scruffy academic was now a governme

So you lot bringing popcorn? Do I need to clear sofa's for it?

My thoughts were: It would be a risk to Stoker. While yes, she has a watch which means if he shoots her she won't reset when he resets time... There runs the risk of what will happen to Stoker. Hugo has run out of bullets by the end of his dance and needs to reload, something the agents in the room would never give him a chance to do. And Miller was still positioned to kill Stoker. If he shot Dottie and she died, and time reset with her still being dead. Then we can picture Stoker being at Miller's mercy there. And if he is outright killed as a reprisal that's game over. What Hugo does here is prove that he cannot out right resolve this situation on Dottie's terms. But he needs her to keep thinking one week by one week. D-day is elegantly brilliant, and simple. Tomorrow we arrive at D-day. So yes, killing Dottie is satisfying here, but wouldn't accomplish what he needs. And he is desperate to avoid hurting Stoker in the process. He has, however, won a victory. Now to win a war.

Marc is, at this point, totally smitten. I based him off of a combination of three guys I dated. Marc-Andre, Ross and another one I forget the name of but was every inch this chapter. Constantly saying no, but in the next breath kissing me, then back to we can't do this... then we're driving back to his... Trying to be a good boy in a situation where every instinct screams be bad.

Naughty naughty.

New York - 1953 – December 16th The familiar disorienting lurch of temporal transit was a small, manageable discomfort after the decades of training and a lifetime of pain. He arrived in the Tides of Time lounge not with the frantic, purposeful stride of a desperate man, but with the quiet, unyielding grace of a professional. The flannel coat was gone this time; he wore the simple white shirt and slacks borrowed from Henry’s wardrobe. A little oversized on his

I don't know if even Hugo is that forgiving... she did shoot his Alec...

Welcome to the Summer—The Summer of Andrews. So I have introduced our players, now to set the stage. We are going to start with an afterparty at an outdoor patio, the bar up on the corner of Kent and Bank Street. The evening air was still warm, a lingering echo of the sun-baked day, but the outdoor heat lamps hummed, their soft orange glow bathing the patio in a perpetual golden hour. Their warmth kept the mosquitoes at bay, a small victory for the small crowd gathered here. The bar itself

Oh I prefer a bit more... direct and entertaining form of teaching him a lesson...

More than one way to exact revenge, and I can channel a little Stoker and deal with my accountant nerd of a person.