Fairy Tales Can Come True

Jones flipped open the laptop, in his candle lit room. Yep his name was Jones. Could Be Ernie, perhaps even John J. but that is irrelevant for the most part he was anonymous when he was online. He sipped cautiously at his mug of tea. It was boiling hot. It was an organic blend of orange pekoe with a little bit of clove and some rose hips. Its wonderful funky citrus aroma perfumed the room, giving it a warmth he did not think it had previously contained. Not enough honey. He gave his little plastic bear a squeeze. It hardly resembled a bear at all having been re-used constantly for last number of years. He sipped again enjoying the bitter sweet flavor. He checked his email, nothing really new or interesting. No Spam. But wait!

He received one reply to a message he had sent to a girl he had worked with who had interested him enough to attempt to ask her out. He suggested maybe they could go to a hockey game, together one night. She agreed that would be fun, "perhaps a group of us could go, as well." He smiled to himself and said, what a good girl she is, certainly too good me.

He suspected that she liked him but her family circumstances dictated that she must remain single, or so she thought. Her parents were old and they depended on her. A boyfriend just would not work, especially one who did not speak Polish and had an alarmingly American name, such as Jones. And if they ever found out about the secrets of his past...

Jones did not give up trying to make plans for them to see each other socially. It was alway something wholesome such as going shopping at the Polish market or the Lions Club picnic where polka Hall of famer Eddie Forman was playing. He even suggested bringing her parents along. But something had come up every time. He understood and continued to admire her from afar. But now she was gone. She was back in Krakow with her parents who decided to move back to the homeland. She missed her friends dearly. She gave up a very rich life to be the good daughter. She left dear true friends who would do anything for her, just as she would do for them. She will see them again.

Jones used to tease her. She would say something like, "When I was growing up in Krakow..." And he would hurl at her "You grew up in a crack house!!??"

"You know, Jones, Krakow is a very old and beautiful city, I don't think we have a how you say, crack house." He missed her. He even went as far to look up the phrase in an online polish/English dictionary. He told one of his co-workers and a good friend about this.

"You did what?"

"I sent her a message with the closing salutation "I miss you" in Polish."

"Where did you get it?"

"Online - I found a dictionary."

"How do you know that's what it meant? What if you told her she had a nice tits. I hope Joe isn't there when she opens her email."

"Who's Joe?" He asked apprehensively. His mind starting to race with the possibility that he had used a prank translator constructed by two mischievous Polish teenagers.

"Joe is her father." Oh boy.

But the phrase really did mean "I miss you" As she had pointed out in the email he was reading. She even added I like your Polish. Jones was losing himself as he wandered away thinking about her smile and the way she would tease him saying his party platters were ugly and not as nice as hers, when he was jangled back to reality. A chime sounded and an instant message window popped open.

Smith: Hey Jonsey whats up, kind sir?

Jones: Not much, just reading some email.

Smith: Saw a flick today. They had a trailer for Young@Heart. It looks good."

Jones: dank...I was watching the Stuntmen DVD they shot with the Young at Heart, Last night. It's sick, dude.

Smith: Yeah, they sent out a bulletin on Myspace the other day. I saw the video - Downtown with the chorus and the horns. It was cool I never saw that before.

Jones: That video has been on the front page of their website for about 6 weeks.

Smith: I don't really go to the website. I just check out myspace and read the emails.

Jones: Well, maybe you should there is some interesting shit up on there. The message board is always entertaining. You wanna come over and watch the DVD?

Smith: I'll pass. I'm not ready to come over after what happened last time...

Jones: Oh yeah, that. I did get a new belt. I didn't look like a penguin, huh?

Smith: No, that was a little too much. So it says on this website that Young@Heart is going to be in the Sundance Film Festival.

Jones: Sure you check out their website. Yeah, there's even a rumor going around about an Oscar Nomination.

Smith: Did you start that rumor?

Jones: No...Not this time. I think Bob Cilman told Freddy that.

Jones: You should order the DVD.

Smith: You should burn me a copy

Jones: You should order the DVD before the rest of America sees the movie and decides they want to find out who the Drunk Stuntmen are. The Young at Heart Myspace page is already picking up traffic. Not to mention the Stuntmen's new album, State Fair, is coming out a month before the Movie.

Smith: I hope that Stuntman Steve has a bunch of copies of the DVD. Don't want to see him get caught with his draws down.

Jones: He won't. I can guarantee he is getting ready for the storm.

Smith: Shit gotta go. Burn me that DVD.

Jones: Go to drunkstuntmen.com/catalog.html and buy it. It is only 15 bucks. Support your local music.

Enough of that

Do Your Own Stunts. We are planning a doozy. We'll keep you posted.

Pablo