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May 16th, 2009

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The Beginning Have you ever been to a local McDonald's and ordered a specialty sandwich? I'm sure you have, I mean, I know they taste terrible and they ARE generally terrible for your body in every way shape or form that any food can be, but it's cheap, it's fast, and hey it's convenient. Well what if that convenience costs you some where along the line? Say you order a specialty sandwich with no tomato because by god you can't have that freaking tomato it could kill you! and if they put it on there so god help them and they'd better hope you don't make it through because once you're reaction is done you'd have a good time sitting on the money you sued them for their fuck up. Well say their corner cutting convenience after two other specialty orders from a person before you and a person after you causes the sandwiches to get switched. The Heated landing zone that the food is generally kept on had blanked out the specialty order receipt that usually comes printed on the box from their mishandling or let's say there is no receipt so the bagger guessed. All that corner cutting? Get's you a tomato on your sandwich because you could not for the life of you read that label, and you trusted that they wouldn't want to do that to you. Wrong. They care about themselves and that's all. Corporation must die. Hi, I'm Jeremy. Local Owner of "JAG's downtown" I'm the one with the crazy display in the windows every other month, those are my creations and I am an owner operated well respected business that believes in taking care of the people that stepped through that door. But I'll tell you something, my history may be as blank as that receipt but I'm certainly full of something you'll just have to find out about. A guy can't give himself all the way away. It ruins the...ah....sense of...whatever I don't have any clue what I'm talking about in the woman department. Won't go there. Unless you'd like to compare all the terrible past womanly experiences. Let's see we'll start with the bit of history I am certainly aware of, like...My mother didn't want me from the beginning, well that's not really fair considering I don't really know her but...things aren't looking so great for her right now considering that I don't know her name, or where she's from, or anything about her. I used to, as a child, know her smell...It was with me when I fell asleep with the blanket she left me on the step with. It's been years since I've smelled that smell though I could have sworn I smelt something that beautiful once before in my life and I'd scared it away. In high school I wasn't really, a 'babe magnet' or whatever you smart ass American's say these days, I love all of the lingo, sometimes I ask my customers to teach me a new slang word each time they come in. I've learned quite a few in my time being stationed here in Salem...back to high school. I'll admit it I was a pimple faced, star trek worshiping, A+ ass kissing, bullied on band dweeb and then I met her. She totally broke my heart out into pieces more than once and she wasn't the only girl obviously to do that either...which is sort of pathetic if you think about it...the one time was when she admitted to me that she had only became my friend because she 'felt bad for me' and we were 'next door neighbors' and then she said she grew to love me....'like a friend'. God did that suck, that label sticks guys right? Once they give you that there's no....nothing, and the second time was when she told me she was pregnant, and that she was moving to Maine to live with her fiance...a friend of mine at one point. I still think about her from time to time. Then there was Presley Olivia Connor the woman who stole my heart away, the one who made me smell that familiar scent that drove me wild and made me want her by my side forever... She certainly ranks high on up there on the list. For a while in college she was all I thought about. I thought of settling down here in Salem and buying a house...which I proceeded to do anyway but that's another story...I thought of kids, I thought of marriage, I thought of big things here folks...things...I didn't think I'd ever have the grace of thinking right? You know that saying some one said some where along the lines? "Tis better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all?" All I have to say to that is that is completely an untrue statement. Run! Run like hell men! It's called a pocket pussy. She'll never do you harm. Soft on the heart and smooth on the dick. ;) Just kidding of course....I wouldn't know how to use those...I've got my hand and we've become very very intimate. Why don't you think of that while you're shaking my hand at work? ;) right again just kidding I'm compulsive with just about everything I do...including my hand washing and hygiene. As you can tell I tend to ramble incessantly and I love random chats...If you haven't gotten the picture here let me sum it up for you. I'm a broken man with a broken life. I escape in two ways A) my business and B) my guitar and my lyrics. You can take away my penis but dear lord steer clear of my hands. As far as I'm concerned you can't miss what you ain't had, and damn it I've had my hands for a while and I like the talent that flows far too much from them to give them up. Anything else that you are in dire need of the great one's knowledge you can summon me up at Jeremyaidengorie. Peace out....or rock out with your guitar out...cos your cock should never be left out...a vengeful woman could attack it...or maybe just a passing animal...either way..bad things. **Jermey** Tags: introduction (strum)