Journal of...James. They keep calling me that. I don't think my name is James at all.Journal of... by Gamegeneral
The doctor gave me this journal a week ago when I woke up at the hospital. I guess I'll start using it, since nothing seems to be...right...with where I am.
Let's see...today is the 13th of April, 2011. It's a Wednesday. One week since I woke up. It's been about four month's since James had the accident.
Pretty early in January, during a big storm, James was walking around my neighborhood. I think he was going to see a friend, but I can't remember her name. She had long brown hair, and she had a pretty smile, but the rest of the details are kind of fuzzy for me. He was walking, and it was snowing heavily. James went across an intersection, when a car he never saw coming blindsided me. From what witnesses say, it pulled out of a parking garage, turned toward the intersection, and lost control because of the snow and ice. That's where James' tale ended.
When I woke up, in April, I didn't feel like James. I had his m
I realize that my latest dicking around-ery is making my gallery preview fairly indicative of suck.
Please take a look! I assure you it doesn't ALL suck!
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Current Residence: Illinois
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Double X
Print preference: Frameable
Favourite genre of music: Everything
Favourite style of art: Reality Bending Surrealism (Or just anime if there's none of that around)
Operating System: 7
MP3 player of choice: Touch-32Gb
Personal Quote: "THAT WAS AWESOME" "Your leg's broken." "But still! Did you see me?! &