So for some strange reason I have decided to start a blog so that people can read about how entertaining my life actually is...or is not. Most of my blogs will consist of great stories of my life that I feel are viewing worthy. Please try and ignore my English Errors, English is not my strong suit.
My brother Jonathan was some one to whom I always looked up to, even when my needs were put on hold for his comedic entertainment. My older brother was fascinated with magic and we would regularly wander over to the local magic store in town. One afternoon, which I believe was after a prosperous morning of selling tomatoes from my Grandpas Garden, my brother took his well earned money and the two of us headed for the magic store.
Like always, my brother and I would set foot in the door enamored by the wide assortment of practical joke items. I remember distinctively my brother sauntering up to the clerk behind the counter with a devious grin on his face and asked, "what do you have to torture a younger bother with?"(Ok he never really said this but when I finish my story you will understand). At that time I was across the store pretending that itching powder would be a good gag, but I was more intent on seeing what my brother was up to. The clerk nodded to his inquiry and looked into my brothers eyes and pondered for a moment. I began to whence from across the room when the clerk made a sudden movement to a shelf behind the counter and turned around abruptly setting a blue bottle on his immaculate glass display counter top. He then leaned in to my brother resting his arm on the display, said something to my brother in a quiet subtle tone, and both of them with eyes squinted, turned, looked at me, and nodded. At this point I could barely hold my liquids as I piered into their eyes. I turned, lunging my body forward, and walked briskly out the door in a panic, saying nothing to the clerk or my brother. I stood out side the door looking through the window as my brother rushed to pay for the item and hurried towards the exit to greet me.
I suddenly became overwhelmed by fear as my brother stepped out side of the magic store with a big grin across his face, concealing an unidentified item behind his back. Suddenly, in a flash, this strange blue fluid came flying at my neck and I screamed in horror. I took a second to compose my self and absorb what had just happened. As a tear began to develop in the corner of my eye, I turned to my brother and asked "what did you to me?". He then looked at me smugly and said " I sprayed disappearing Ink on you". At that instant he began to laugh hysterically. Confused, angry, and wet I began to cry in the same fashion. Pausing for a second as tears streamed down my face, I contemplated how I would reciprocate the same evil my brother bestowed upon me. Once I concluded, I then put my evil plan into action, I turned, ran, and screamed at my brother "I am telling Mooooooooom!!".
Running down street after street, the world began to move slower and slower with every heart beat. As my sneakers pounded the pavement, all I could think of was how I would be perceived if any one were to see the effects of the terrible disappearing Ink. Every person I passed gave me a suspicious eye as I had my hand to my neck. The thoughts raced through my head: "Can these people see what happened to me?", "Do they think I am a freak?", "Will I be labeled a freak for ever?", "How will I ever recover from this?". I was a half a block from home and the porch of my house was finally in sight. At that point I began to stride in full sprint heading for the comfort of my front door.
As I approached, I rushed up the stairs and in the door abruptly calling for my mother. Finally my mother emerged from one of the bedrooms in a frantic state. Believing that something was seriously afoot, she grabbed me and said "why are you crying and covering your neck? What is wrong". Realizing that I was not going budge my hand from my neck, my mom began to pry my hand off my neck. As my neck emerged from underneath my fingers, my jaw began to quiver and I said, "John sprayed me with disappearing ink and now there's a hole in my neck!". At that point my mother bursted out in laughter in decibel levels far exceeding that of my brother 10 minutes earlier. My mother mildly contained her self and told me, "T.J. go look in the mirror". Feeling like I was the butt of the joke, and I was, I angrily told her to stop laughing at me as she repetitively insisted that I go look in the mirror. Hesitantly I walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. I slowly inspected every facet of my neck as I concluded it was fully intact. It took me a few minutes to internalize that it was the ink that was disappearing not me. Later that day as I realized the irony of what partook, my tears eventually transformed to laughter.
Moral of this story; Just because Wonder Woman has a invisible jet doesn't mean I can have an invisible neck. What ever that means.
