Roland Gilliad
The King of Funky
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James Lyrhea
*he stood in the study of his Best Friends new England Home, lining his bookshelves were the greatest murder Mysteries of all time, from the timeless classics of Sir Aurther Conan Doyle, To the great Agatha Christies novels, to so many other authors so few had ever heard of, Was his grand book collection, his friend was allowing him to live with him until he could get back on his feet and start writing again, His most Famous Work " TheChickadee Rd Murders", Was a number one best seller, but after getting screwed in the courts by a city in bumfuck Iowa, he didnt have much money left, So he wrote as much as he could, hoping his next novel would be successful, It was sometime later in the day that the mail came to him And he was stunned, he did NOT THinkt that they would invite him, being positively thrilled at a chance for some Ideas, he packed up some of his things and was on the way there*
*Finally right on time he wandered into the gymnasium, he was stunned to find a great deal of some of his old classmates remembered him, and said they couldnt wait for his next book, he managed A Grand smile until his eyes fell on a small group of people he never thought he'd have to lay eyes on ever again, he went slightly pale, and his hand automatically shot to his hip, where he now kept the Colt Python Double Action Revolver, he had...ever scince so long ago.*
*he stood in the study of his Best Friends new England Home, lining his bookshelves were the greatest murder Mysteries of all time, from the timeless classics of Sir Aurther Conan Doyle, To the great Agatha Christies novels, to so many other authors so few had ever heard of, Was his grand book collection, his friend was allowing him to live with him until he could get back on his feet and start writing again, His most Famous Work " TheChickadee Rd Murders", Was a number one best seller, but after getting screwed in the courts by a city in bumfuck Iowa, he didnt have much money left, So he wrote as much as he could, hoping his next novel would be successful, It was sometime later in the day that the mail came to him And he was stunned, he did NOT THinkt that they would invite him, being positively thrilled at a chance for some Ideas, he packed up some of his things and was on the way there*
*Finally right on time he wandered into the gymnasium, he was stunned to find a great deal of some of his old classmates remembered him, and said they couldnt wait for his next book, he managed A Grand smile until his eyes fell on a small group of people he never thought he'd have to lay eyes on ever again, he went slightly pale, and his hand automatically shot to his hip, where he now kept the Colt Python Double Action Revolver, he had...ever scince so long ago.*