Part 2: Life Goes On...

The bus took a right corner closer to Joey's worn-down apartment building. Black, ominous crows perched on the rooftop. A ghastly image that towers above the daily pedestrians on the way to work but this is home to Joey, whether he liked it or not..

Jerking and heaving, the bus cranked to a stop. Joey awoke from his musings and hurriedly got off. The Jar, as he referred to it, was a small rented room on the 13th floor with an air vent and no windows. This would be THE LIFE of a goth kid but Joey didn't like the idea of sporting a mohawk, piercings, or even tattoos. In fact, Joey is nothing but ordinary. A blank canvas.

He wonders if anyone will get to read all this...after all, this is his memo directed at life and it would represent him after Death. Tears flood from his eyes, he just couldn't hold back. The pain, the suffering, the loneliness... the past has brought him to his knees. Now he sits on those cold dusty steps, unable to find that foothold within himself.

**Are you enjoying reading this? I know some of you may not but the reality of life is harsh. A poor unfortunate soul like Joey...do help him, that's all he ever asked for.

Part 1: Joey

The clock hand shifts to the number 9 on his antique Rolex-most likely an inheritance from his late grandfather-as Joey wiggles impatiently in his seat directly next to the doors on the bus, tempting thoughts of a nice warm meal at home in maddening enough to compliment a lonely bus ride. His story couldn’t begin with a more mainstream plot but then again, Joey is just your average guy. Working those extra hours after the usual nine to five. A man who lives in that worn-down flat overlooking the busy streets of the hood.

As much as he could have wished for, Joey led the ordinary life as a single 27 year old. Forever hoping that he would one day wake up as charming as his namesake from too many reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.s but Joey was different, or so he imagined. The unspoken conversations swimming in his mind presented him with a symptom of introversion, narcissism, and loneliness which he denies flatly.

“No. The Joey in question was meant for greater things.” He muttered to himself. So there he sat for quite some time, staring into the darkened glass windows on the bus as if reflects back onto his eyes. Only God will know his thoughts for only He would be able to fathom the depths of human imagination. Like Captain Nemo and the Nautilus, Joey drifts into the mind’s abyss. A place of fuzzy dreams.

**the story continues….if you had the power to decide how a person’s life was played out, will you play the Hand of God or be the Devil’s advocate?

This is Joey’s life. A playground for the imagination with you on the controller. Any decision that you make will reflect on Joey’s life, be it good or bad. So have fun, but choose wisely. Joey is waiting…

It all starts here~~

Hi. I am Jay. This blog is dedicated to all the things that made my life a wonderful experience. Through all the good and bad times, I treasure those who stuck with me all these years. Thank you so much =)

but enough about that, let's play a little game.

I'll tell you the story of Joey but only if you-my unsuspecting readers-will help me and Joey to live life to its fullest. Here are some simple steps:

1) YOU control joey's life. Whatever the readers comment, I will put into to a story and joey will experience it. So choose wisely, keep it balanced.

2) ANYTHING can happen. literally.

3) this is fiction and purely for entertainment. Think of it as SIMs for bookworms.

Are you ready?
A new part will be uploaded every week. Joey's life will remain uneventful and dull until someone drop a comment. Help Joey!