John Derhak
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'Chillin' Your Cockles' — From the Heart of the Lost Kingdom of Moose Harbor
Male
52 years old
Downeast Way, on Moose Harbor, Maine
United States
Last Login: 11/25/2009
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| General | History of plumbing. Brown eyes. The feel of a new pen. The aurora borealis. Popular uprisings. A bottle of good red wine. Fine cigars. The beach. Astral projection. A stand of pines. Moose. Amber ale. Prime numbers. Aureolas. Just how spectacluar they really are. Curves. The higher stages of the barbarian culture. P.T. Barnum as philosopher-king. Grilled Asparagus. Onomatopoeia. | | Music | If I told you moe., Steely Dan, Grateful Dead, Umphrey's Magee, Bebel Gilberto, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, Pat Metheny Group, Ella, Frank Zappa, The MacPodz, The PMG, Little Feat, Delbert McClinton, Scott Hamilton Quartet, Bill Evans Trio, Chet Atkins, Jeff Beck Group, Allman Brothers Band, The Band, Van Morrison, Bela Fleck & the Flecktones, George Gershwin, Chick Corea & Return to Forever, Beatles, Jamie Cullum, Burt Bacharach, Dave McKenna, The Who, Coleman Hawkins, Harold Arlen, Cole Porter, Dave Matthews Band, Rosemary Clooney, Duke Ellington, Johnny Cash, The Zombies, Yes, Hank Williams Sr., Tartan Amoebas, Hot Tuna, and so on and so on, would you even remember? | | Movies | Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Animal House, Monty Python's Holy Grail, The Maltese Falcon, Notorious, Oh Brother Where Art Thou?, Blade Runner, The Big Lebowski, Big Fish, Chinatown, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Young Frankenstein, Old School... ah, what the heck. Is anybody really reading this besides Homeland Security? | | Television | "I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book." Groucho Marx
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Excerpt
from the New Book:
Chill Your
Cockles
©
2008 John Derhak
The Bones of Lazarus
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The evening air was stifling
and a heavy stench filled the alley. The stink was familiar to
him, much like rotted meat from behind the butcher stalls in
a market. A tropical downpour late that afternoon, which was
typical for the time of year, only added to the heat, rather
than relieve it. Generally a mild sea breeze would offer some
relief, but not tonight. The man had emerged from a small, manmade
hole at the back of an alley, and was walking toward the street,
to the fresher air, when he heard the familiar winding of gears
and grinding of clutches. He quickly retreated. Armored trucks
and battered jeeps made their way through the streets on patrol
nightly. One was approaching. Not good. He looked for a way out.
There was a side door, maybe a service entrance from a long forgotten
business, but it was sealed. His only choices were to crouch
in the refuse with the rats or go back in the city's Underworld
and wait. He did not want to go back down. There was something
about it that frightened him tonight. At times he thought he
heard footsteps. Other times the distinct smell of cigarette
smoke passed him, though he was alone. It was as much to do with
his imagination as with the message he had to deliver. That's
what he convinced himself. The truth was he had been in the business
long enough to know when he was being watched, but he'd never
had the sensation of being stalked. It had been days now, but
tonight it was closing in on him. All because of the urgent news
he carried - news that changed everything.
| | Heroes | Dammit! I hate these kind of questions. People always say something too noble or too sentimental and I'm left looking like a cynical prick. Yet, it got me percolating. I don't mind saying that I've been searching for a few answers for a few years now, and have a few things I'd like to ask or say to a few people. So indulge me:
William Shakespeare—"Who for art thou, Bill? Just one solid lead, one clue, would have helped."
Mary Magdalene—"For Christ's sake could you set the record straight?"
The Bride of Frankenstein—"He made you scream. We know that much. But just how big was that monster?"
Thomas Paine—"I gotta level with you, Tom, 'These are the times that try men's souls.'"
Gandalf—"Let's talk about that pipe, or more specifically what you were packing it with that could lift a man out of the seventh level of hell?"
Crispus Attucks—"Why didn't you just duck?"
Abraham Lincoln—(see Cripsus Attucks)
The Wicked Witch of the West—(see Abraham Lincoln)
'Shoeless' Joe Jackson—(see Mary Magadalene)
And finally,
The Apostle John—"Could you explain 2:16 again; you know when you wrote, '...make not my Father's house a house of merchandise.' Because there seems to be a lot of confusion on that one."
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John Derhak's Details
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| Status: | Single | | Here for: | Networking, Friends | | Ethnicity: | Other | | Zodiac Sign: | Pisces | | Children: | Proud parent | | Occupation: | Writer & Scribe |
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John Derhak is in search of total consciousness. If you see the elusive little minx pin the bleeper down and drop me an email. We gotta rendezvous with destiny to sort out. Posted at 6:08 PM Apr 24, 2008
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A literary agent with a set of brass balls... ...and she better know how to throw 'em... 'cuz we got a rendezvous with destiny awaiting us... giddy yup!
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