A fiction trip around the blogosphere

by Otis

What? Blogs are dead? Nah. They're just resting.

It's just after 5am and I'm trying to work off a caffeine buzz brought on by a workload that's just a little shy of WSOP proportions. The caffeine and Guinness brought on a silly idea.

A couple of years ago, I toyed with the idea of writing a poker novel. That idea has long since died by the wayside. Still, the prologue is sitting in the My Documents file with nothing better to do than rot. So, here's what I'm going to do.

If you care (or dare) take a trip around the blogosphere with me and my silly little prologue. It starts here and then will continue in the comments section of some blogs I read.

There's no real point to this other than to get you surfing through the blogs again and remind everybody about the good folks we've come to know and love. Maybe this will inspire me to do something greater with my life. Or maybe it will help me sleep.

It starts like this.

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"Jeeeesus."

It's not that I want to begin the story like that. Every time I say it, I can hear my mother telling me not to take the good Lord Jesus' name in vain. I always get sad when I hear Mama's voice. But Jesus and I really haven't been on the best of terms since Mama died. And Billy always wanted me to start my stories that way.

"It conveys an appropriate sense of awe," Billy once said. "That's what we're going for. We want the awe." He always raised his beer bottle slowly in front of his face when he talked that way.

The awe.

That was my job.

"You are the Awe Inspirer," Billy always said, as if I surely understood it came out of his mouth with capital letters.

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