Lee Wilson

I almost added 'sorry for the bad pun' but decided to leave it as it was.

Plus this is fiction, rules aren’t hard and fast. Either that, or I screwed up. I’m OK with either.

I must be demented. At “his body was found…” I was picturing Todd’s head among the, very similar, treasures.

Hmmmm. Hadn’t thought of that.

Only 3 ows? Mum didn’t twist hard enough. We have a Maine Coon munchkin. She’s not big like a Maine Coon usually is, and she’s got short, stubby legs. Good job!!

Bryson is who became Jeremy. Running away from his father, perhaps a feeble attempt at hiding. Bryson was introduced in chapter 2 after the first memory loss: Time to swap to Jeremy's POV for a short while. Technically Bryson Jeremiah Burlington. He'd only been using Jeremy Berger to avoid any familial fallout. And at the moment, he's only remembering anything after his nap in his apartment.

Arrrrrgh. I started reading it, not too enthused, as I continued, you dragged me in and then dropped a bomb. Not nice. Not nice at all 😁 Chapter two momentarily, I presume? Please?

Thursday June 8 - In Bryson's mind After I left Chik-Fil-A, I turned a few times into the direction I thought my place was. Nothing looked familiar. Well, the restaurant wasn't too far from home, it has to be around here somewhere. After wandering around for about an hour, I'm completely lost. I can't even put the address into my phone because I don't remember it. How could I not remember the address? I didn't just move in, there was old food in the refrigerator. Wait. Do I have a license?

How does a man deal with the death of his wife and picking up the pieces? Sometimes not well.

What indeed? I think I’ll be in an evil mood tomorrow when I continue this. Oh darn, I’ve already almost finished the next chapter. UI’m sure the landlady would get around the iron shutters somehow. Probably find her way to the roof and think it was so much better.

You wouldn’t be alone.

We knew as soon as Mark asked 'Are all three of you fags?' that trouble was right around the corner. "Karl, don't." "He needs to learn a lesson." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Karl didn't respond verbally. At least not initially. He grabbed Mark, spun him around and put him in a choke hold. "Are you listening?" "Ya-Yeah." "First, none of us are fags. Carlo and Brandon are good friends and are both affectionate with everybody. Second, I don't like peopl

Thanks. I'm amazed at all the positive feedback. When I started on this 'mission' the end of March (on nifty), I had one idea. A lot of people commented that they liked it. I really didn't plan on going past that, but the ideas kept coming, popping up, materializing - yeah, that's the word that doesn't elicit comments of double entendre. So, here I am, almost 7 months, and a bunch of stories, later, still at it. Thanks Dan. Not much point in telling multiple stories if they're all the same. Kind of like the Ramones concert I went to in college, it all sounded like one long song with a bunch of breaks. But then at that time, I didn't have much knowledge of their music. Now, some 40+ years later, I like a lot of what I've heard of them. It doesn't all sound like 'Stairway to Cleveland' like it reminded me of at the time.

Agreed. Not all gay men want the world to know it. Actually, I believe that group is in the majority. The characters guide me as well. Very little is planned, it happens as I think of it in real time.

That was an option. One problem is if the author doesn't think of that option, it never happens. Sometimes, even if an option is considered, it may be that the author has a vision of something else occurring later that couldn't happen if the option is used. Finally, it could be a combination of the two. This author didn't think of that but does have something planned that would be impossible if an ambulance and police went to pick him up. My thinking (too late) was that when Derek first saw the key, it should have clicked that Jeremy previously didn't have a car. Stress of the moment could explain his lack of observation caused by my goof.

That’s totally on me. I’m pretty emotionless, so maybe I can’t project it to my characters too well.

I suppose he could have stayed and the cops would have seen a guy, supposedly Bryson Burlington having a license that said Jeremy Berger. Possibly, but by the time anybody could have gotten to Jeremy’s he’d have left. It’s hard to see it, but the last two sections were nearly simultaneous.

Thursday June 8 We're leaving the hospital, still talking about what to do today. I make an observation. "Since Wendy's is pretty much on the way to your apartment, we may as well stop there first, OK?" "Yeah. Food sounds pretty good right now anyway." After lunch, we head over to his apartment. Mrs. Linden, his landlady, is one of those people who likes to know what's going on in the neighborhood. OK, she's a nosy bitch. She saw us pull in and came out to check where Jeremy

Oh, go ahead and make your prediction. I actually enjoy making you be wrong. 😈

None of us were happy about being suspended. The kids whose parents both worked served them in school (ISS), others with a stay-at-home parent, served them at home (OSS). Dad was a physician, a general practitioner, and mom was a pharmacist, so I was in school. Not that I needed a baby sitter, but rules are rules, no matter how ridiculous they were. Brandon’s mom didn’t work, so he had to do a million things around the house for her. So, I spent four long, boring days in the library. There’

I had a bunch of friends on the rescue squad way back when. They didn’t tell many stories, but from their moods, you could tell there were some really bad incidents.

I’m going to have to be a chapter ahead while writing. You constantly make me shift gears. 🤐

Tuesday June 6 - Jenny's mind After leaving William's body, Jenny Perch made it out to her car before breaking down. He was taken off life support and passed away quietly. What am I going to do now? How do I tell the kids? Sure, they're grown, but getting a phone call telling you your father's dead has to be just as bad, if not worse, than being there when he actually dies, like she had. It wasn't much, but at least she had a couple hours warning between knowing he was going to die and it a

I did say most of them 😁

Sunday January 7 Ramona Martin gave George all the instructions about visiting Marty. She was still pretty unsure about taking him back, but she couldn't handle the loneliness with both of them gone. George decided he was tired of sleeping at whatever friend's house that would put up with him. In truth, there was nobody left with whom he hadn't worn out his welcome. Ramona had been trying to get him to come home since she told Marty she'd try to get him to visit. He relented and moved back