I guess the burning question on the mind of the blogosphere is: “Where did JumpOut go?” Well, gather around dudes, and dudettes, and I will tell you the tale of why I haven’t been around. It’s a mysterious tale with twists and turns, and drama around every corner. A tale of love, and redemption, of pain, and triumph. It may just be the blockbuster hit of the holiday season.
It all starts with me in Africa. I was running from my past. I found solace in a school for boys run by a friend of mine. My past caught up with me in the form of a Federal subpoena. I decided to leave the school because I did not want the rat-bastards in the government to use the school against me. Just as I was leaving, some gunmen showed up to abduct the children and force them to fight in General Juma’s Civilian National Security Force. I whooped their asses, and saved all the children. I’m good like that.
Upon returning to the States, I found work in a hospital diagnosing strange illnesses. I took a case involving an orphan who said her parents were dead. I knew better, because everybody lies. Through my rapier-like sarcasm, and cynicism that runs so deep it manifests itself physically sometimes, I figure out the girl has leukemia, and killed her younger brother. I convince her to get treated, and find her salvation. All in a day’s work.