Lance, You Lie.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

“Any resemblance to persons living or dead should be plainly apparent to them and those who know them, especially if the author has been kind enough to have provided their real names and in some cases, their phone numbers. All events described herein actually happened, though on occasion the author has taken certain, very small liberties with chronology, because that is his right as an American. Warning: this story will [eventually] have drugs in it [specifically, Pot] read at your own annoyance.”

–Stolen From Various Sources while illegally surfing the internet using a U.S. Government Network and Computer

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It was the Summer of ’77  and I had just dropped out of college (again). There was an old friend of mine from high school living in Lake Charles, and pretty much on a bet I loaded up my ’68 Chevy Impala and drove to Louisiana to look him up. Of course I had no idea where he lived in Lake Charles or what he was even doing there, but I knew Kim John and I knew that he would not be difficult to find even in a town of over one-hundred-thousand. Really all I had to do was to find McNeese State University and ask around. For you see, Kim Jim/John was probably the most charismatic, outgoing, affable guy on Earth and I knew that even if he had only spent one week in Lake Charles, everyone would know him or know of him. He went to East Texas State in Commerce just long enough to pledge and become a Kappa Alpha. That was his only driving ambition in life: to become a KA like his big brother and hang out with the Brothers. I despised Greeks and all their ways. (Still today, these are not my favorite people. Kim James was my best friend, next to Peanut, and for many years before, even though we did not see eye-to-eye on many things and most especially, things Greek.)

It took me all of about 45 minutes to locate him once I arrived. He was living large in a beautiful apartment complex close to the university in the best apartment they had to offer: Two-story with four bedrooms, a large den/living room, three baths, a decent sized kitchen with a breakfast nook, a porch facing the pool—‘Classy” is all I could say when he showed me around. He had a stereo in every room (All of them ‘Marantz’ because years before I had told him “Marantz makes the best, (and most expensive) audio equipment you can buy”. He apparently never had forgotten that and I was properly impressed. Kim Jim always did his best it seems to impress me. To this day I am not sure why. It was just his way. Actually it was probably because I was the only one who really knew he was a fake and he knew that I knew. In addition to the large pool, there were two tennis courts, a game room, outdoor dining room, a sauna, and all the ‘beautiful’ people of McNeese lived there, or so it seemed to my small-town eyes. One of the upstairs rooms had a balcony overlooking the pool and the tennis courts. Wonderful.

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Against my better judgment, I will continue this story, if I get just one request. It is rather long…

Someone let me know, but be not hasty in your remarks, as this one could land that fictional character in prison.

Is the prose worth it?

Well, the story is just that good, so I suppose so, since the author will be the one to do the hard time.

I never gave two shits for the heat anyhow…

(In light of recent events in NYC, I retract the above statement, 22 December, 2014)

 

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Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts when you’re always afraid

Step out of line, the man come and take you away

–Old Hippy Saying

 

Next Part of the Story Here

 

 

 

 

 

18 thoughts on “Lance, You Lie.

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  4. I am cracking up – I didn’t get past the disclaimer, before I was hitting the Like & Follow button. Def – Kindred Spirits ☮. I have a feeling I am going to enjoy your posts – tired now, but will be reading all chapters of “Lance, You Lie” tomorrow – looking forward to it 🙂

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    • Sadie,
      I thank you.
      Marvelous much.
      Thanks for visiting.
      And commenting.
      I do hope you read more here.
      It ain’t half bad.
      Cheers,
      Shalom
      And all that jazz.
      And yes: I have seen your site.
      We are kin.
      Agin.
      😉

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    • Hey Sadie!
      How do you do that ‘Peace Sign’ emoticon?
      ‘Kindred Spirits ☮’
      I have never seen that one.
      Fits just right into my montage.
      I want it!
      Fess up now Girl.

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    • Heathen,
      Your honest, heathenish, hedonistic, frankness…
      Smooth’s, soothes my path forward. But of course you realize…this will be a work of Fiction…just some shit I read in a South China Sea novel, which had been translated from Mandarin to English, back to Mandarin, back to English. This spake: I cannot yet begin to call this an ‘Authorized Biography’.
      Yet, I will sailor on, having thus received the lone vote required….
      To continue.

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