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The Wayfarers | Jacob's Trouble by author Jim Yackel

The city of Syracuse was always a high-crime area, but since the fan turned brown I wouldn’t go near it. There is nothing left of the airport and Carousel Mall – one of the city’s prime revenue earners – has been pretty much blown to smithereens. There was mustard gas released by those Islamic jerk-weeds as well, so if you were smart you’d stay the hell out of the city. Of course, since the iron fist of Martial Law became the new fad, you’d have a tough time getting into Zerocuse anyway.

I don’t really have time for writing blogs. My younger brother Joshua and I are the front-men of the band Pie Kite, and I’d rather be writing and recording songs. After all, doesn’t everybody have a blog? Aren’t blogs for the self-centered and narcissistic, which is most everybody anymore? “Read my blog and notice me! It’s all about me!”

You can have your cute little “all about me” blog, you pansy!

Look folks, I’ve got a lot to do. I’m going to masticate another bowl of Quisp cereal – one glorious spoonful at a time – and then I’m going to drag Joshua’s lazy rock ‘n’ roll keister out of bed and get him moving.

We need to get to “the Outback” because I don’t feel safe with those twenty-first century Brown-shirts watching us…

Shalom,
Jacob Z.