histle jjl mechanics's Diaries (page 2)
Print Story Job Interview
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Wed Feb 21, 2007 at 07:58:01 AM EST) (all tags)
So I have a job interview tomorrow. And I am afraid.

I am afraid that they will offer me a job.


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Print Story Life In Reno
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Sun Feb 18, 2007 at 09:36:54 AM EST) Reno, Nevada (all tags)
I live in Reno, a small town on the far western edge of Nevada on the same corridor as San Fransisco and Sacramento. I've lived here  almost all of my life. I really do love it here.

Reno is a "small" town, but its pretty big for one. The area has about 300,000-400,000 people, I think, depending on who you talk to. Reno itself has about 150,000.

The weather is always nice. Its just cold enough to get a bit of snow in the winter, and the summers are mild. I think Reno is a great alternative for those seeking to get out of the cold weather. Traditionally, these people move to LA, or Phoenix, or Las Vegas. LA is undesirable for many rasons, and if you've ever been to Phoenix or Las Vegas in the middle of the summer, could you imagine living their for the entire 3 month season?


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Print Story RIP Anna Nicole Smith
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Thu Feb 08, 2007 at 06:43:17 PM EST) (all tags)
I'll never forget in my entire life turning on the TV and seeing the stark headline on the screen:

Anna Nicole Smith, dead at 39

When I was watching the TV, there were few details about her death; it was at a hotel, and she collapsed. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Little has changed in the past 6 hours, and trust me, I have been following along every minute.

The beautiful goddess that captured the heart of America is gone. This story will be big news because it is big news. She was a very public figure, and in many ways, her personal struggles mirrored the struggles of many Americans.


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Print Story One of the things I've learned
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Wed Feb 07, 2007 at 01:22:53 PM EST) (all tags)
Is that you never, ever want to yell in a hardware store.

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Print Story My Story
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Mon Jan 22, 2007 at 02:59:15 PM EST) (all tags)
When I was 18, I think I was a strapping guy. I was very popular with girls and had a lot of friends. I had a good job in IT while I went to a top-tier college for CS. I did the normal kids stuff. All of that changed one day.

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Print Story A Concept Story
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Sat Jan 13, 2007 at 04:17:59 PM EST) concept, short stories, fiction (all tags)
It was another cold (hot) and snowy day when he (she) woke up and looked out of the window (door). There was a deep fog that prevented (hindered) him from seeing the house (condo) across the street (freeway) from his (her).

He didn't (did) really know (estimate) how much snow (ice) was on the ground or if he'd even have to dig his car (horse) out to get to work (play).


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Print Story Short Story: Writing a Short Story
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 10:28:42 AM EST) stories, fiction, writing stories (all tags)
Note: The contained text is a story, not a how-to on writing a short story.

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Print Story A Funny Little Redneck Joint Called the Dew Drop In
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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Wed Jan 03, 2007 at 03:45:22 PM EST) bars, bartenders (all tags)
The last guy to leave the bar left at 1:50. I locked up the door after him and started to do the tedious end-of-night chores. I was starting the chores about 25 minutes before I normally do, though, so I was at least happy with the prospect of going home early.

I went into the bathrooms and got the trash out of the trash cans. I tied up the bags, went outside the door, and walked across the cold and icy parking lot to the dumpster to throw the bags in. It didn't look like there was another soul in the dark dank parking lot, although it was tough to see because the only light was the dim reflection of our neon-red sign that identified the bar as the "Dew Drop In."

I stepped back in the bar, and began to wipe the counters down. A gentle melody of a Gordon Lightfoot song was playing in th ebackground. Suddenly, someone walked through the door.


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