J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More

IshouldreallyknowbetterthantodrinkaMtnDewKickstartwithlunchweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   (Oh dear sweet cripes, here we go….)   You be quiet. I am actually not that wired.   (Uh huh. And Keanu Reeves is a good actor.)   You. Be. Quiet.   (Sorry, I thought you said "weird," not "wired." My bad.)   *blink blink*   AHEM. So for those just joining us, and there's been a few additions of late, let me introduce you to my blog and the Parenthetical Heckler. Here on these pages I post pretty much anything and everything, from short stories, to songs and poetry, to satire, social commentary, and on extremely rare occasions, some political rants, though I generally try to avoid those. These pages are my outlet, and without the means to get the words out of my head and onto these pages, I'd likely go fifty shades of insane. So it is here where I share, well, me. All this stuff you see? All these words? St

He had skated at Rockefeller Center in the shadow of one of the nation's largest Christmas trees. He'd even wished Mele Kalikimaka on the beaches of Hawaii. What he'd never done, however, was truly celebrate Christmas with someone he loved. Sure, he'd been married, and had been dating at the holidays in the past, but something had always been missing. If you asked him what it was, he'd be unable to explain. It was just… something.   "Hey pal. I'm headed out. You sure you don't want to swing by tonight? The kids would love to see you."   "Nah, you enjoy your family time. But thanks Peter, I appreciate the offer."   "George, come on. You know you're family."   "I know, and I do truly appreciate it. You know how it is for me though."   "Alright man. Try to enjoy it if you can. Merry Christmas."   "Merry Christmas, Peter."   Once Peter left,