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Synopsis of "2 to 1" The story is about an unnamed character that works in a morgue and is obsessed with killing himself. However he never gets the gumption to do it. Furthermore he seemingly manifests his deaths by way of predicting how persons die that he later performs autopsies on. There are two subplots. One involves a vindictive psychic relationship that he has with his x-girlfriend. The second involves a haunting cult leader and his connection to a local sea monster legend. For Free Until December 17, 2013.http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009PYTAOO

Synopsis:The following was inspired by my job in the military as a Mortuary Affairs Specialist. It was especially inspired from working in Richmond Virginia Morgue assisting in autopsies; I give to you the unknown character narrative 2 to 1. He is on a one way course to suicide. He does autopsies on those who died the same way that he dreamed of himself dying the night before. Because he perceives “love as hate, it is just a different form” he participates in psychic warfare with his ex-girlfriend. His only solace could very possibly be in a deceased cult leader who communicates from the other side. this will be for free until the 17 DEC 2013 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009PYTAOO link is in comment section cut and paste

a discount on my e-book- this work is 230 pages and is now $2.99. This is the whole series of "0" Instructions On How To Be A Superhero. This book is normally $5.00. Synopsis: Johnny Walker Knight comes to completely destroyed in a fanatic Christian influenced homeless shelter and the only thing he has to save himself is watching old reruns of the 1960’s Batman episodes starring Adam West. The night before his whole world, of being with his girlfriend working a normal minimum wage paying job, and occasional recreational drug use, was changed after being forced to participate in a Satanic Ritual off of the beaten paths of Mississippi. Almost a decade later, Mr. Johnny Walker Knight, finds himself in a new environment, Clarksdale Mississippi, where he has an opportunity to save the world as a Special Education Teacher. Influenced by a number of factors, including being a recovering drug addict, he finds himself drawn to live out his of being a superhero. While doing so he di

Jennifer Blake is an intern at ward C one step away from the Criminally Insane. Dr._______, affectionately called Lil' Nick, told her that part of her paying internship is to pretend she is one of the patients. In the following scene she gives a description of her life that she created to gain the trust of the patients . “I just saw the proof that the devil is running free in the world and he is destroying lives. He’s manipulating the…” “I thought you were going to tell us about Desoto?” Pierce Interjected. “It’s all the same. As a special education teacher told me in the high school, ‘the dead don’t have the same time as we do. Years are like seconds to those on the other side.’ The same devil was at Clarksdale when Desoto raped the land and is manipulating the world. It’s no coincidence that so many years later there is the ritual sacrifice of kids at a school house that is right by a Masonic temple. The kids were killed in that school because they were possessed by demons cas

I have somethings very special in mind. I will be introducing a new character to my e-book in progress "Going Educational." The Synopsis: After a haunted funeral home burns to the ground in Clarksdale Mississippi, Johnny Walker Knight is not quite done with Clarksdale yet. His plans involve saving the educational system by orchestrating an intervention enacted by handpicked psych ward patience. Hand picked in that he is the reason they are institutionalized. I have 1 or two other things planned...

“You were out of your mind?” How could that be true? All that you spoke about was how much your life sucked. Therefore, I took it upon myself to submerge into your psyche,” from an unknown voice. An unknown voice that is unknown to you now. “You admit it. You did this to me!” Carlton yelled. “Excuse me Carlton.” He did a triple take. Meaning he shook his head around like a dog would trying to reach that unreachable itch. It was the counselor asking him twenty questions again. He had had another hallucination. He wondered when he came back if she would tell him what the other counselor, who made six figures a year, told him. She’d tell him that he couldn't handle reality as it really was, so he escaped by any means necessary. As the DSM would label schizophrenia-of course his pride imposed, “Are we done here, yet?” Yes, that will be all. For now.” For Now was the ignition and it was back to Jack Karouc Darma Bums “Everyone knows everything.” Thus back to the omnisciently powerful

“ ‘You see, there’s a problem. We must move forward to progress. It is our mission from God to civilize savages, my dear sweet princess.’ So he, the great Desoto claimed drunken and convincing himself once again that he could defy time itself. He was clever with his words, and the Great Queen, oh so loved flattery. Thus, he got her endorsement to finance his trip to find his fountain of youth. He would need a crew to set out on his great expedition. Yet the Queen of Spain was wise and sent her own spy. The spy, being a man Catholically endorsed. Mist floats on the water. Squirrels jump from tree to tree. Fog stays on the grass where unseen snakes wait. Underneath the school, spirits wait to be at rest by moving their bones. With the bones, do ideals get buried underneath self-imposed agendas? Inside a conference room, underneath one of the biggest prisons of the U.S. a group of the world’s most powerful individuals in the world are plotting. And their logics are ‘in the best i

Well...I reckon it might be synonymous with a positive affirmation in that if I create a happy fulfilled lifestyle on the paper it will come to me, come to you. It will come surely, after all life does imitate art, Art Imitates Life. It manifest as I bare witness to Creativity being a path way to either Righteousness or wicked. "We Are Spiritual Beings Having A Human Experience," yea I heard that countless times in those anonymous groupings. Also heard many times of Spiritual Enlightenment when one loves unconditionally and enjoys it. And also living a life one once thought could never be-so happy so joyous and free. YES I have also had such experiences-alas only remembered in my Gratitude.

…and so what’s the point of it all In my latest e-book I am working on a scene in which four characters are transformed from being mentally/emotionally unstable into living brand new happy fulfilling lives through the means of very experimental psychological methods. These methods are induced at a Fictional Mississippi State Mental Illness Hospital. All of these characters have some personal intimacy to me that parallels persons I have met in my life. I am having a very challenging time writing these new happy fulfilling lives. Why? Well, I can construct self-analytical theorems which may be true. Most would be very entertaining I assure you. The true dilemma is a fear to take action to reach for that life that is fulfilling. A fear that fills the mind with false predictions "The What ifs" and "It'll never work becauses"-and then the mind looks for logics in a self-hopelessness in FALSE EVIDENCES APPEARING REAL. "A

I am coming to assume that at times when others tell me, "Just keep this between you and I" they could be trying to manipulate me. Manipulate me into thinking that I am their best and only friend so they can hurt me later when I am off guard. Of course, after years of head games I am open to the fact that I might be paranoid. Am I being guarded for a vain sense of control? In the past when others have told me secrets I have noticed that they expect me to tell them a secret about myself. Do they do this as ransom so I won't tell there secret? What if I did tell the big secret? Would they seek vengeance?

In the Delinquent-Group-Diamond Above the Scapegoat(bottom) is the Dyad. The Dyad is formed by two coming together to survive the group. Two coming together like lovers who are opposed by outside forces to be together? More important than the rhetorical question I posed above is how is identity kept? Kept if the group is imposing destructive acts. For instance, what if there were two out of a group of terrorist that opposed they're thinking. Would one person quickly conform under pressure with out having the strength of another? What if one of the dyad was manipulating the other to gain a sense of identity? In this question we see abuse and patterns of co-dependency. The one who says "You'll never survive without me" and the one who says "I can't live my life with out you" are really expressing the same thing. There is a positive aspect when the dyad forms a plan that benefits all.

According to an article I researched JFK and his family did much in the area of Special Education. He was inspired to do so by his younger sister Rosemary. Starting in 1946 when Mrs. Joseph Kennedy established the Joseph P. Kennedy Jr. Foundation. In which led to the Special Olympics. JFK himself, brought credentialed professionals together to properly give proper needs to those with Special Educational needs. This brought forth jobs and better treatment. Also brought 116 amendments passed in congress, in the interest of those needing Special Education, that are still used today. It is important to remember that everyone is entitled to fair treatment and equal opportunities in our country. As well as, other US Presidents to continue the work President Kennedy established.

In the early 90’s a rap group, from Gulfport Mississippi, “The Mississippi Dough Boys” put out an album. One of their songs on their album was called “The Big Belly Man”-by group member Notorious B1. Few months later The Notorious B.I.G. comes out with his song “Juicy.” Shortly thereafter, I spoke with an affiliate of The Mississippi Dough Boys, who informed me that Sean “Puffy” Combs bought the rights to “The Big Belly Man” and the name Notorious B1. Too many times I didn’t remember B.I.G. saying in the beginning of his song “JUICY.” “This is to all the teachers who said I wouldn’t amount to nuthin’….” Especially around numbers of the school house population, to include a thousand kids. Most of them seem not to share the same values of character that I have. That the educator should have. How many of us (educators) came in with the mind set of saving the world? Only-only to become hateful over time. Told myself I wouldn’t be like the teachers who talked trash about the students.

While consumed in the thought of "What did you mean by saying that?" I was blessed to be introduced to the Keep it in the sentence by a supervisor. I am aware of the peace I get when I leave all my emotions in the action that caused them. I am no mind reader, so how do I know a persons thoughts? To assume I do is not only mentally defeating, it is also selfish in that I am not allowing that person to have their own existence. I ponder, "Do ones that have been subjected to abuse subject to this way?"

At the bottom of the what is "Delinquent-Group-Diamond" there is the scape goat. This is the person who takes the blame to give leaders power. From an introspective point of view I pondered what are other characteristics of the scape goat and what causes a person to be a scape goat? I play a miserable game on myself that is no fun at all. I put negative meaning on others action. "Two co-workers were talking about me that's why they..." "The boss wants to fire me that's why they want to have a meeting with me." Do people possibly do this because of a fear of powerlessness? When taking blame for everything I remove myself from society because of a fear of rejection.

http://www.docstoc.com/docs/131849055/Delinquent-Group-Diamond This is the diagram theorem used at work to anlyze and influence positive behaviors.

Look at it like just a job 40 hour weeks. View it as a suffering to get money to achieve joy when I am not working? This option personalizes a synonymous with the Biblical Job.-More of that Job concept will be revealed later. Or Do I Choose to find meaning in it? To do God's will. Of which I pray every day, recently several times a day, the Alcoholics Anonymous third step prayer God, I offer myself to Thee- To build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of life. May I do Thy will always! And if I look for ways that my Loh'Rd gives my life meaning, (Is a personalized meditation is seeking God's answers?) am I detaching from reality? Am I creating things in my mind that aren't real? Indeed I am learning thus far there is a systematic way that persons shape themselves

Intro: This is about using a Black list candle to invoke vindictive harm on your enemies.But the character pays a price. The story had some chilling similarities to my real life. One can actually buy the candle in the story from a Memphis shop "Tator Reds." One can find this candle in many head shops and Voodoo Stores i.e. New Orleans... © 2007 Giving Light to Darkness and even shadows will Die.(word count 2,365) “Shadows will die.” “Shadows will die.” I repeated to my conscious mind in an attempt to think logically. After all, every logical mind deduces that ghosts and the like are not real. I came out on my front porch and lit my cigarette on the last flame of the Black List Candle. As the flame went out and I exhaled the smoke, they indeed, let their presence be known. They came as shadows without anything to cast them. There were nine of them. Nine for those I had blacklisted, those I had wished harm to. The electricity of the whole city had gone out. Their only

The run on of emotions... Come back home four years later different than when I left. It seemed like another life before. I wrote about glimpses of it when I was emotionally rattled by my graandfather's death. In 2002 it was different: America had changed, friends had died, people who mocked me for how I was living before I left were now doing worse than me. I had seen more dead bodies than anyone should, I had gotten clean and sober, I had a car, I had money, and I had my creations (stories, music, art). Didn't want anything to deter me. Never want to go back to how I was before I left. This is what I started writing by hand 30 October 2000: Page 1 It was July 4, 2000 when Papa finally saw a doctor about a strange bump on his left side underneath his armpit. Much to my mother's and grandmother's dismay the doctor said it was Cancer. And he quickly deteriorated in weeks. I had a year and a half to go in the army. I was stationed at Fort Lee Virginia. My job w

It was October 30, 2000 When I visited home from the US Army, to come to the realization that home would never be the same again. Seeing my grandfather dying of lung cancer really accentuated this realization. Possessed by the spirits (beer mostly), I wrote a few pages about all the emotions I was going through. Inspired by Charles Bukowski — Notes of a Dirty Old Man, and skilled with writing for over a decade at that point in time it came out pretty good. I didn't actually realize how good it was until years later.

I woke up this morning missing performing music live in Clarksdale Mississippi. Specifically, the positive feed back I would get that felt so fulfilling. My thoughts this morning centered around It's all over, I'll never have that again. For some reason I am very driven. Which a few years ago led me to purchase and rigorously study and apply Tony Robbins Get The Edge to my life. The heart break of an ex-girl friend also motivated me. She'll see how much I rock and want to get back with me. Right? No she mocked, laughed and ridiculed. As did many. I let my vindictiveness drive me. When that anger ran out it left me in great self doubt. Fortunately, my love to be creative brought me back to fulfillment-as it will again. Sometimes, it is not others bringing out the magic, it is the magic within you.

Well I'll make it big writing one day so why should I work a "real job." The world owes me... When disappointed with rejection it stifled (by choice) my creativity. When I sought to escape reality through drug use I found myself only to be inspired when I was inebriated. The dopamine flooding my brain artificially induced a spiritual bliss. Everything made sense. Thus my creativity flourished. Many artist have died seeking the high to make the ultimate piece. Years later some of what I discovered that what I wrote, music, photography, drawings I created were good. Most of it sucked. When I got clean and sober it was a blessing to find out that I could be creative without drug use. And also could get a natural high on what I created. A decisive implementation was being introduced to the book The Artist's Way by my counselor. Years later, I found myself in emotional angst and writing provided great self-therapy for me. While in this angst I too

Thank you for reading my writings and supporting what I love to do. There are neurotransmitters, like dopamine, that go into the brain's pleasure center (nucleus accumbens)and keep us at healthy mood levels. When too many of these neurotransmitters are going into our brain's pleasure center we experience elevated moods. I am open minded to the fact that these are the times when I feel artistic, unstoppable, egotistic, and very philosophical. When not enough of these neurotransmitters get to our brain's pleasure center we experience depressive moods. I am open minded to the fact that these are the times when I feel hopeless, lonely, isolated, frustrated, humilated and paranoid. In both states I try to find reasons that are logical for me to feel the way I am feeling. When depressed I become the drama queen. "The boss didn't say hi to me at work he's going to fire me." "They didn't return my phone call. What did I do wrong?" "I feel

...and in the meantime while waiting to make enough money off of my creative endeavors I work teaching at a residential treatment facility. Today I was in a therapy group that writes poetry. We were watching "The Dead Poets Society." I remembered a tale from another life. A middle class white family went and saw the movie "The Dead Poets Society" in the theaters. I remember a huge family fight after the movie. Then I remember the mother telling her son "I fear we're like that family in the movie." The overbearing parent verses the parent not being there. I ask you, "Which is worse?" It also reminded me of the PMRC banning music and the inevitable Freedom Of Speech controversy. My father tried to stop me from listening to certain music. John Denver stood up for the raw musicians who described violence and used much profanity. Years later, are kids killing one another after listening to violent music? Free will is such a intertwining pat

I wrote my first time in first grade. It was so satisfying to write a book and be allowed to have it in the school library (Bayou View Elementary). I was very much influenced by the "Choose Your Own Adventure" series. I remember times after that in grade school vaguely. I did a lot of poetry and prose, and occasionally wrote short stories. By junior high my rhyme style was greatly influenced by rap rhymes. There was a great influx in rap, especially Gansta' Rap, in society. Much of my personal influence could have been influenced by my father taking out MTV and VH1 because of it's content. I was left with BET. Black Entertainment Television mostly showed Rap videos at the time. I would see images on television and act out on what I saw. sample: "Life is cheap people get lost on the street life's expensive the world's cheap." Like many I was more influenced, at the time, by pop culture more than by parents. In High School with my fascination o

There has to be a way. In the mean time what do I do? I was always told growing up to get a real job. There is something inside me that makes me different. All of this difference inside me is creativity. I used to think it was just writing. Over the years I have manifested into my physical, mental/emotional and spiritual being. More on that later... It was acceptable once to blame, those I looked to for support rejecting me, as a way to get false serenity. Especially after high hopes that many of those like me get. We love something we create so much we expect someone else to like it to. We live on what we dream will happen: Riches, Fame, a life under our own terms. Then comes the rejection. Many of us quit. I have come to realistically see it as both exposure regardless, and those who quit leave more of an opportunity for me to succeed. What became of me years later conforming to another ones idea of what I should do? I got the degree after all, and now teach. While every day, I

What I said that got me hired at my latest teaching job. "These behaviors that children behave is not who they actually are." This is a statement I also used in my e-book. "Fearless." An excerpt is on http://youtu.be/QDyx4FiRImg

It seems like another life. Indeed it was when we were in love. And I know, yes I know I'll never see you again... I was in my early 20's. I made so many mistakes with you. Today I realized I made those mistakes when I observed behaviors that proverbial broken kids engage in as coping mechanisms. My new teaching job is in a treatment facility for "disturbed" adolescents. Before I improve their lives by teaching them crucial academic skills it is pertinent that I influence them to behave healthy. A co-worker told me that the first year we learn about them, after that we learn about ourselves. Regret, if I would have done somethings differently decades ago we could be a family now. I could have a son. Maybe in another dimension we are a happy family. In this one today and hopefully tomorrow I am molding myself by choice into a better man. I love you for that Katrina.

I get from my maternal great grandparents Mattie Honea and Richmond Byrne. When I was a child my mother and grandmother were my greatest encouragers for my creative works. Using the name also reminds me that I have a responsibility to make them proud and represent them well.

I got held back in the first grade. I have a learning disability. I have been writing since 1st grade. I graduated college in my thirties. I am an army veteran (Mortuary Affairs). I am a certified teacher. I have been teaching children with disabilities for almost a decade. I am very shy around women. I learned to play "The Blues" in Clarksdale Mississippi. I have around 10 e-books I have written on the internet.

I was taught many years ago through Tony Robbins "Get The Edge" that it is important to use the words but, however and other transitional words carefully because these words typically when used contradict the meaning of what is said. Examples used quite often include "I would do anything to help you, but this time you have to help yourself." "Your very pretty tonight, however that dress makes you look fat." "I love you dearly, but the way you are acting is unacceptable." "Time has run out, fortunately the clock was broke."

It is defeatist to say "I'm sorry" most of the time. Consciously, count the number of times someone and yourself says "sorry" in one day. The word is disempowering in that it fuels false guilt, and doesn't require amends to correct what you have done wrong to another person. It also gives a person a feel sorry for me mentality. I have found that most of the time "sorry" can be replaced by "pardon me" and "excuse me."

At times I find myself feeling good when I fantasize about things I want, and things I want to do. Yet once that fairy tale dream comes to focus in reality I find myself disappointed that I have not taken action. Therefore, it is utmost important that I take physical action toward achieving my goals.

yes-AND quite evident in all horror movies. So ridiculous with plots that center around resentments. Examples: a school built on an Indian Burial Ground and the ghost want revenge for being treated harshly in life, a demon possessing the living because it hates God, or the ghost that haunts the house because it was murdered there and wants everyone miserable. Even many religious doctrines of the devil are based in resentment. Like the Christian devil that is resentful against Jehovah for not giving him more power. A meaning for ghost that I have invented is choosing to be a haunted by your unfavorable memories so much that you manifest tangible proof.

The greatest joy in teaching is when the role is reversed through sincere self-less service and disciplined methodologies I learn from those I teach. One valuable lesson is that when things don't go the way I planned-I am quick to define a meaning which is self-centered and imposes another's serenity and inevitably my own. A universal example is when someone says or does something, "She did that to make me feel bad." "He said that to hurt me." It is a mistake to rationalize why someone does a particular action because I have not selflessly allowed that person to be who they are. When I rationalize what might be and what could be I am not making the most out of "the great now."

Today was day 3 of week 2 of working my day job at an institution for troubled teenage girls. During my spare time I started reading a book that my Army PDSD counselor gave me, "Man's Search For Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. In this work his whole premiss is synonymous with a quote from Nietzche:"He who has a Why to live for can bear any How." I first heard about this book when I did Tony Robbins "GET THE EDGE." It deems appropriate to me now as I learn more about myself and about life in general by observing behaviors and actions.

I make it a point to work out in Public as opposed to being in my apartment. When I run in town and workout in a gym I am releasing feel good chemicals in my brain, can have intrinsic proof of improvement, and have left a positive impression to those who see me working out.

The Ruffer Drafting: Recently, I took a job teaching in Arizona. I have no friends or family here. I took the job to go on adventure. Of course, my main goal in life is to make enough money from my creative works so I won't need a day job. To accomplish that goal I have decided to write a page a day, type a page a day, and promote on youtube, and social networks. At the top of every page I write notes to myself (will get into that more later). I work out about 4 to 5 times a week, and make it a point to go sight seeing, take footage. I continue to be inspired by what I have created myself to be...

This piece is adapted from my controversial comedy e-book "Can A Woman Make A Man Lose His Mind?" into song lyrics We Met like every clicheic’ cheesy positive love song ever heard. Ya’ know, the ones with the subject matter of falling in love when it’s good-like you and your lover are the only two things in the world that matter. I SAW IT IN HER EYES. , as clouds dance across the moon. And she kissed me Score-A kiss is a kiss. But yet, a kiss is a kiss. Then she starts telling me about how bad her ex did her. That’s kewl I don’t have to make myself look bad by telling her bad stuff about me as long as I keep her talking. Then she kissed me Score-A kiss is a kiss. But yet, a kiss is a kiss. Yea, it should be pretty easy to be her man, since she told me all the bad things that her ex’s did to her. All I gotta’ do is do the reverse. Right? A kiss is a kiss. But yet, a kiss is a kiss. Didn’t take too long before I was at her house North of the tracks (railroad tracks) ov

Have to drive. Have to get out of this town. Starting to feel like walls are squeezing me, suffocating me. On one of these beaten paths off of the Haunted Highway (49) there’s a cemetery outside of a church that always has a street light on. Perfectly, illuminating the creek’s water down the hill. Creek waters that they use for baptism. Water is a conduit to the supernatural. “I pray Loh’Rd, that as I wash my face and the paint that falls into the water that my evils of this day be washed away.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Johnny Walker Knight, has been on a mission to fight the crime as a vigilante. He thought he was doing a good job until he discovered there were some criminals he simply felt he could not fight. Deeply disturbed he seeks refuge at a church surrounded by a graveyard. This is an excerpt that can be purchased for $1-@ My profile page with all my books on Amazon or you

“0” An American billboarded perspective (ABSTRACT) My father had us play ROAD SIGN ALPHABET to beat the monotony of long family road trips. This game is played by spelling out the alphabet on billboards. The first one to reach Z wins. I took the game a step further by studying how a town’s secrets are revealed by their billboards. Or do the billboards dictate a town’s secrets? The two haunted highways are Highway 61 and Highway 49. Highway 49 descends to the end of Mississippi (Gulfport) (the Gulf Of Mexico), and ascends in Clarksdale. Highway 61 ascends to Memphis Tennessee and descends near St. Francisville Louisiana.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Inside the funeral home : A very thick condensed black smoke began to come out of the air vents. It was a strange smoke that stuck to anything it touched like a mix of ink and mud. “What the hell is going on here?” Hawk yelled, as he confronted the man dressed in the black, white, and gray American flag spandex costume. He still holds the scalpel above her nude restrained body. The black substance began to wrap around them in thick strands. Then it totally consumed them. Soon after it was as if they were wearing skin tight black leather suits that covered their entire bodies. A hand holding a remote control presses the channel switch button. A scene from a ghost sightings reality television show: “Way back in the seventies we found out that the father of a family’s step sister’s cousin’s in law’s dog became possessed after drinking from a pollut

The proceeding is part 3 trailer to the latest version of my kindle e-book series “FEARLESS.” The title of this book is TellMeVision. I recommend you read the other two trailers so that you will know what is going on. The links below, in the comment section, are to purchase my e-books (the first book of the series is only 0.99 cents), and to see the previous literary trailers. Thank You- _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hawk is a medium build man. He is fond of wearing a silk black tank top, purple leather pants, custom made snake skin tennis shoes, and wrap around yellow sun glasses. His off camera partner is the conservative Mr. Warner. Warner usually dressed in a plain, drab suit and tie. Change scenes to the bar “The Pony’s Tavern” where there is a bartender who has told stories, to anyone who tips well, about a vigilante named… “You want anything buddy?” The bartender asked Mr. Wa

All that you touch and all that you see… A hand holding a remote control presses the channel switch button: The scene changes to a television commercial: “I BELIEVE IN GOING TO ANY EXTREME TO GET YOU THAT PERFECT CAMERA SHOT AND THAT PERFECT VIDEO. TO DO THIS FOR YOU I’VE BEEN SHOT AT, FELL HUNDREDS OF FEET, BEEN INSTITUTIONALIZED, AND HAVE BEEN ARRESTED IN THIRTY DIFFERENT STATES, AND IN TWO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES. This week we explore the land that time forgot, the Mississippi Delta. I’m in search of a local legend about a vigilante known as Johnny Walker Knight. I’ll be exploring dangerous streets during the twilight hours. In order to find the truth I will interview drug dealers, con men and thugs. They’re will also be a surprise that you won’t want to miss.” Hawk explains. to see where this all started purchase Fearless book 1 "FEARLESS" .99 cents http://www.amazon.com/Fearless-0-ebook/dp/B008GZ8GZC/ref=la_B009RYIORG_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1364526617&a

TellMeVision Commercial © 2013 “Fearless book 4” …because you know how this all ends… Inside Brown’s Funeral Home: She squirms. Her nude body is restrained by her arms, feet, and waist on the mortician examining table. She can’t scream because he has pacified her by stuffing his latex gloves into her mouth. He grips that scalpel in both hands menacingly. He wears a spandex suit and mask. It is colored black, gray, and white in the pattern of an American flag. It is as if he was once covered with the flag when he died, and now out of personal spite he wears it as a uniform.

I am just that guy living next door doing things. (a work in progress) When you have been doing things creatively for awhile you start to experience some creative absolutes. You ever think about someone and then see them? You ever get a great idea in your head; and then later see it used by bigger entities, like famous writers, movies, songs and even television? You ever write something and it comes true later? Who can you tell that you thought of it first? After a while you quit telling anyone because; after all, post prediction destroys credibility. Post prediction also can fall into that annoying “I told you so” categories. You ever get disgusted at some book, some movie, some video, some book, some song that sucks; knowing that you have done better and don’t have enough monetary success to quit your day job? ____________________________________________________________