The Book of Jordan
I want to be a writer one day, and so, I must practice. I realize its possible to conclude myself a writer given this blog. That won’t suffice though, dear reader– its not True. I’d like to be someone who writes well. No, that too is not an entirely True way to explain my goal, dear reader. I must strike True with this, so that you know what being True is all about. What I want to be… is the story-teller.
You know the story-teller; the story-teller speaks clearly but often parenthetically. He motions at times with a scarred or wrinkled hand, reaching for a pocket full of magic or to separate himself from his nicotian and billow smoke — in his mind, the history of the world swims beset aside the long lost decades. Perhaps still though, admist the madness, a few pearls of wisdom exist to share, if only you’ll listen.
He always begins, by clearing his throat, dear reader– and that is what this is. So, without further self-indulgence, I offer…
The Book of Jordan





