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    The blindingtoothfuckdeathpain is upon me again.  Took an extra strength Vicodin.  I think my fever’s broken, and my nose isn’t running right now, so maybe I’m kicking this coldflu’s ass.
    I’m off to write the last couple of pages of Jimmy, but first, you’ve got to enjoy this little e-mail my mother slipped me after last night’s entry.

 “Hi Ben,

 When is your doctor/dentist appointment?  Pain is always classified as an emergency, so they'll give you appointments on the same day.  If you don't get an appintment today, I'll have to resort to violence.

 Love, Ma.”

 My mother, she kicks ass.  I’d tell you what my brother Jason wrote in his most recent fountain-pen-on-ancient-paper letter to me, but that would spoil the fun of the idea he gave me.  In any event, my root canal is on Tuesday, Mama, so no worries.  Unless I go batshit insane and pull it out first.
                    Now, off I go, to write…
    Please trust me when I say it’s almost done.  Yes, it’s been a bit coming, but it’s been a bad time for me for writing lately.  Hopefully the piece’ll be vaguely coherent, in spite of my ailments.
    When I post it and you read it, let me know what you think.  If you like it, tell your friends.  If you don’t, don’t.

benjamin
Who, on his way home today, met an 81 year old man named Lloyd who flew over 28 scouting missions around Japan during WWII, but couldn’t fly a fighter on his own, on account of he only weighed 117 pounds.

STORY DONE!!! HULK SMASH!!!

Living fuck, it's done.
I finished my story.
I haven't even reread it yet, so please excuse any sloppy mistakes you come across.
Hell, it could even suck glass balls for all I know.  Don't care right now.
I've changed a number of bits in the beginning and -- *gasp* -- cut a lot of swearing at the start to change the tone.

As such, even if you've read the first part before, please please please give it a reread.
PLEASE give COMMENTS! Please suggest who the living fuck might buy a story like this.  Even in comic format.

My tooth is throbbing, I'm freezing cold, my throat is on fire, and my goddamned hands are shaking.

But I'm the happiest fucker in the world right this moment.  Sara comes home in thirty minutes.  Time to start cooking marinated pork tenderloin in our cast iron skillet and make some seasoned rice in the rice cooker.  And drink me some whiskey.

Very first, VERY ROUGH complete draft

It was called "Jimmy the Spook" or "Ghost in the Bottle."
I'll have to separate it into several entries.

"This story is, for now, called Bullet Proof"
EDIT: This version of the story has been removed, and the later revision cut down to excerpts, for potential publication reasons. Sorry, kids.

End Part One

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benjamin sTone
Current Music: the space betwen "Hollow Man 1" and "Hollow Man 2" on Kula Shaker's album K
Last Book I Read a Page of: "Hellblazer: Damnation's Flame" -- Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Last Movie: Battles Without Honor and Humanity and I had Hard Boiled going in the background again today
Next Movie: Probably Finding Neverland

Smooches to all, my beauties.
7:49pm, May 19, 2005
Urbana, Illinois

PART TWO

Remember, if you like it, tell your friends to read me shit.
If you don't, then keep schtum.

"Bullet Proof, Part the Second"

EDIT: This version of the story has been removed, and the later revision cut down to excerpts, for potential publication reasons. Sorry, kids.