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From: ypaos@hotmail.com
"90% Black Wind of Death" wrote in
news:Xns94BE86C847AA8spamsnuhcocom@207.14.113.17
> Net "Personality" Jason Gortician today announced his retirement
> from Usenet. He is currently negotiating with three publishing
> houses regarding the release of his first full-length book
> "Growing Up Gortician". Here is a brief excerpt:
>
> My Life with the Reptilians
> Jason Gortician
> (3-29-04)
>
> You'll love this. I've dropped acid several hundred times, and it
> eventually brought on a few bouts of schizophrenia. I used to
> attribute every bizarre occurrence to coincidence or
> schizophrenia. In retrospect, something more was at work. I must
> confess to reading David Icke for fun.
>
> Early on, an officer who arrested me on a nonsense charge was soon
> thereafter killed by two drunk driving students from Louisiana
> School for the Deaf. This was the beginning of a long, strange
> chain of events.
>
> It's sort of hard to begin to explain schizophrenia. There are a
> number of aspects I've experienced. For one, I actually
> experienced a lot of books I've read, and movies I've seen. It's
> sort of a Walter Mitty on meth. Fun, actually, if it never gets
> out of hand. Vonnegut, Dick, Heinlein, King. Each of these writers
> describes certain aspects, or influenced my thoughts to a degree.
>
> Some ten years later, I was arrested for sleepwalking across
> campus dressed only in a pair of blue Adidas shorts. I had been
> tripping for a week or so, at Mardi gras and the honors convention
> in New Orleans. I had my first weird "Stephen King" incident, in
> which I met a New Orleans professor who looked an awful lot like a
> very tall King.
>
> So I was accosted as I was walking across campus. Rightly so, I
> suppose. But two campus cops were dispatched to talk to me. They
> say I cursed at someone as I was walking? Quite possibly, as I was
> essentially unconscious.
>
> I more or less began to wake up when confronted by these two
> police. But I got a very uncool vibe from the two of them, you
> might say. Nothing came to mind so much as a UFO comic I had read
> in the 70s as a child. It said something to the effect that the
> people (a pair?) who approached Lot for his daughters were in fact
> aliens. So I guess that stuck with me. I must point out that I've
> never considered myself at all religious or even spiritual.
>
> At any rate, one had glasses and one didn't, and they struck me as
> quite odd. A struggle and macing ensued. I spent a few weeks in
> the local mental ward, and then jail.
>
> I made a joke about it shortly after I began to recover from a
> major freak-out: "They say I bit one cop and punched another one
> in the stomach, but I distinctly remember turning into a
> dinosaur-type thing and eating them."
>
> Ha ha.
>
> As a side-note, the university barred me from school, but
> persuaded a neighbor to attest to a few laughable complaints, in
> order to evict us from campus. Almost at the very time I was in
> the administration offices answering these false charges, the
> girl's father, who happened to live a few houses down from our own
> residence in that town, had his hand badly smashed, and his St.
> Bernard of ten years was shot and killed.
>
> The encounter I had upon the day of our arrival back home was an
> odd one indeed. When I had left school, I had also left work. My
> boss was a female, and while I don't want to say she had reptilian
> qualities, she certainly had unique characteristics. At any rate,
> while speaking to the girl's father, and learning he was injured,
> etc., I "saw" my boss's persona in another person, a female, who
> was accompanying him. My ex- boss, through her, essentially told
> me to take care of myself. It was odd, seeing one person's essence
> inside another in that manner, with such vivid clarity. Voice,
> intonation, body gestures, etc. were all that of another person
> entirely. This was not the only time this sort of thing happened.
>
> So, the very night we moved back to that house, a girl was
> murdered in the apartments on campus. I, in fact, slept alone at
> the house that night. Again, I didn't make much of a note of it,
> but I had a really vivid dream that night. It was essentially a
> nightmare, involving a reptilian Stephen King the size and
> dimension of a refrigerator. But I didn't pay much attention to
> that. Because when I went back to campus a few days later, we were
> pulled over and questioned in relation to the campus murder. Thus
> marking the first time I was loosely associated with what was
> termed at the time, a "serial killing".
>
> Here, I guess, is the kicker. At one point, for a few
> split-seconds, I saw in the mirror that I no longer looked like
> myself, but like a reptilian version of my ex-boss, replete with
> yellow saurian eyes.
>
> Hmmm. I didn't really think it was a big deal, at the time. When
> we did return to campus, I remember locking eyes with a black
> female, out of a sizable crowd. She had cat or lizard eyes, and
> showed me her fangs. This sort of thing is par for the course for
> schizophrenia, as far as I can tell. How else can I explain it all
> to myself?
>
> Acute paranoid schizophrenia, induced by LSD abuse. Either that or
> I am a shape-shifting reptilian myself.
>
> So, just as a closer, I then took a trip to Florida. After
> circumstances led me to, if I recall, 33rd and Mason?, I actually
> obtained a bricklayer job a few days later. As it turns out, I had
> left my lights on at my first day of work. A telephone lineman
> walked by, and a few minutes later returned. He informed me lights
> were on, and when I thanked him, he said "Anything for you,
> buddy", in a voice that was chillingly that of Stephen King's,
> especially his one-liners that he gives in many cameos in his own
> movies.
>
> Like I said, it's weird and hard to explain. I'm fine now, of
> course. No more psychedelics for me. Strange coincidences? Not
> around here. No cases of ESP, evidence of mutation. No recent
> contrails over the town of Ruston, Louisiana. Just an average
> nuclear family, attending college. Oh me? I'm, erm, a sci-fi
> writer. --Jason
>
>
Are you gonna release one of those audio books?
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