America the Poor: Tales of a Wanderer
Intro: Welcome to my Unlikely existence
Greetings fellow readers, and lovers of stories. You can call me Johnny, but JD, and JJ are also acceptable.Whichever works best for you.. I happen to be them all.
I've got a story to tell you, one that may capture your thoughts,as it has captured mine for a long time.
It's my personal story, and it's quite something I must say.
As of yet, you don't know me, but I'm hoping you will. Fingers crossed.
I've got a tale to tell,but it’s more of a saga. Perhaps unlike any you’ve heard. If I've actually done my job properly, not only will you be entertained, anxious,or even possibly pissed at times, but you may end up changed as well, but only if I've somehow succeeded in my job.
The sad part is I may never know. The curse of the remote writer I suppose. Reading has always been a very personal thing to me, but with many in these modern ages, it's not,which is quite a shame. Sharing thoughts should ALWAYS be personal. Much like between a man and his favorite meal. A private matter, just between us. The devourer and devoured,something to be relished,and savored. I mean consider this, here we are, you and I. I'm at a specific location and time, writing these words, and I know where I'm at at this very moment. But you? You might be anywhere on the planet (or off perhaps), and anywhere in time, and yet, here I am regardless, prying into your head just a bit, rummaging around, inserting Heaven knows what into your innermost thoughts. A bit intimate, don't you think? That's the POWER of writers (the good ones at least). Who knows where we’ll end up? Doing what? Thinking odd, or perhaps very unconventional thoughts that may have never occurred to you. Considering paths in life never tried,venturing to places you’ve never been to. Or would even go to normally, seeing the world a bit differently, and all because a writer got inside your head. Like a needle in the brain, Not lethal maybe, but enough to make a change, however small it may be.
So in a way that's my task. I've tied you down, got the latex gloves on, here's the needle(don't worry it won’t hurt a bit, probably), and the kicker is, you CHOSE this. You want the injection, nay, you beg for it. You want to see the true america,the poor side of the road ,and the sad fate of all those lonely weirdos,misfits and outcasts,the ones who didn't fit the mold of what's considered “normal”. This will not be the land of opportunity you think, nor the optimistic country you’ve heard of and expect to see. This will be a different land,a place of poverty, lives lost to death and despair. Hopeless dreams unfulfilled, and a world of personal sadness,not just mine,but all outcasts from American society.