August 2009
4 posts
The Strange and Perplexing Journals of J. David...
I could sense my friend’s dismay as he related what happened next: when he went to the can to check the progress of the draining, it was the next day. As he walked toward it, he could see quite plainly that it seemed even more bloated than previous, and he found the holes that he drilled gaping open in darkness, no water coming from them. Upon inspection, he saw that someone had, out of...
The Strange and Perplexing Journals of J. David...
As tends to be the case with human beings, I was infatuated with the blade for a short period of time before I put it away. Eventually, I all but forgot about the artifact and carried on my usual business. Part of this business was to visit with my friend Luke Lakatosh, a resident of the nearby borough of Yardley. Though a small town, Yardley was rich in history and very old architecture. It was...
The Strange and Perplexing Journals of J. David...
I have always been a collector. As time goes on I have collected various items, my tastes becoming multifarious over the years. My infatuation at the time these events unfolded was in a series of fetishes or dolls from the Orient depicting various soldiers and the invading forces they fought against. I had found a supplier for these somewhat rare artifacts by the name of Dennis Beebe, a sort of...
The Strange and Perplexing Journals of J. David...
Introduction
I have always perceived of myself a man of considerable ambition, though my ambitions have always been in my estimation simple; I conduct myself as an intelligent, but fairly simple, man in a rather complex world, and this has always served me well. Though the events which I am about to recount to you occurred in the small town of Yardley, in Pennsylvania, I could never and would...