Writer's Block: Supersize me
j_w_mcwolf
Have you ever boycotted a company or product? If so, what was it, and what caused you to boycott it?


I boycotted "Staples" and "Hewlett Packard". The reason I boycotted HP is because I bought a HP laptop Model # DV9910us from Staples about two years ago and have had nothing but problems. I had every part of the laptop replaced at least once because of inferior quality parts. I boycotted Staples because I bought a service policy for the laptop from them when I bought it. I had sent it back to be fixed more than fifty times. Well the last time I sent it back they sent it back and said they had to replace the hard drive again, they reinstalled windows vista but didn't install the product key (which I never had). I called them back and and explained the problem, the said they did not cover software, then I explained it was there fault and the staples tech hung up on me. So I will never buy another thing from Staples or HP

A Furry Reality: Chapter 1 - The Day The Music Died
j_w_mcwolf
A furry reality
By
J W McWolf
Chapter 1:
The Day Te Music Died




"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality”, Jon sang along with the mix CD of Queen he had made while he was driving home from work. Jon was 20, and he had graduated from tech school about a year ago. “Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low”, Jon continued to sing. Jon was a factory trained technician for the local Ford dealership, but only worked on the mustangs.

“Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me… Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead”, Jon was singing exactly as if he were an original member of Queen. It had been a rough week for Jon because, he had been swamped with people needing their Ford Mustangs serviced. Not to mention that all the other technicians always harassed Jon for being the only technician that didn’t drive a ford.

“Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away, Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry”, Jon was now beating his hands on the steering wheel to the rhythm. In fact, Jon drove a 1987 Chevrolet C-10 two wheel drive full sized truck. Jon’s father had bought the truck when Jon was 13. And even though the truck was 22 years, it still ran and drove like it had just come off the showroom floor. But it looked like it had been through hell.

“If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters… Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time, Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go", Jon was now bobbing his head up and down as well as singing and beating on the steering wheel. Jon was in his own little world. Until suddenly his cell phone rang. It was his mother.

Jon paused the CD and answered his phone…. “Hi mom, what’s up”, Jon said as he answered his phone. “Its your father, he’s in the hospital”, Jon's mother repiled. “Oh My God, what happened”, Jon said. “Well one of the laborers found him in his trailer lying on the floor unconscious and called 911… the doctors say he had a massive heart attack and probably won’t make it through the night”, Jon's mother said as Jon started to cry. Jon’s father had always been a hard worker. Jon’s father had worked in construction since Jon's father was in his early teens. He had worked his way from a laborer to a job superintendent through hard work and perseverance.

Jon was devastated to say the least for two reasons. The first being that his father and him had an argument which resulted in Jon moving two weeks ago to a apartment in the small town of Parsons, West Virginia, which was four hours away from his parents. The second reason being that the last words Jon’s father would ever hear from his son would probably be, “Fuck You, Asshole”. At these thoughts Jon began crying so hard he couldn’t see where he was going and the truck hit the guardrail, jumped it, and rolled down a 200 foot drop-off.

Unfortunately Jon’s mother heard everything because neither one had hung up the phone. After about a minute of silence his mother cried out “Jon are you ok”. But still there was only silence. Jon’s mother feared the worst and called his grandfather, who also lived in Parsons, West Virginia. She explained what had just happened to Jon’s grandfather and asked where Jon worked. He said that Jon worked in Elkins. As soon as the conversation ended Jon’s grandfather called 911 and told them the whole story. Shortly after, the search was under way to find Jon.

About three hours later, Jon’s truck was spotted. The truck barely had a scratch on it and nothing was broken. Also Jon was nowhere to be found, but there were no signs of Jon being ejected from the truck. The police found Jon’s blood on the steering wheel, and that after the crash the driver’s side door had been opened from outside. The police were very puzzled but the search continued long into the night. Eventually, the search was called off and Jon was presumed dead.

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