Everette Mullen’s new Beginning-Blogger in a new City

The train made its stop in Lake Morgan’s passenger terminal, which was just on the outskirts of downtown. Everette Mullen stepped off along with his EDC backpack and rolling suitcase. He was a twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six-year-old divorced blogger living on a disability pension.

While going through the divorce, Everette feverishly repaired his credit and by the time it was finalized, his score was just good enough to buy a first-time house.

He found an affordable, yet well-built shotgun house in the working poor section on Lake Morgan’s southeastern side.

From the passenger terminal, he headed downtown on foot to the only skyscraper in the city.

This skyscraper housed the offices of his banker Barrett Middleton and his real estate agent, Chloe Marina, both of whom attended high school with him several towns to the east of Lake Morgan.

Everette was on his way there to conclude the terms of his new home purchase.

He took the elevator to the tenth of twelve stories where Chloe Marina’s office was located.

Anxiously, he waited for the elevator to stop, and finally, it arrived.

Everette stepped out and read the directory on the wall and located her office. Her office faced the eastern side of the city.

He knocked on the door and she told him to come in.

Chloe was wearing a white blouse, a grey skirt that went shortly above her knees, and brown leather high-heeled shoes. She was bespectacled with Wayfarer glasses.

“Long time no see, Everette,” Chloe said as she hugged him.

“Yes, it’s been too long,” Everette replied.

“I’m so glad that I can sell you a home, if there was anyone more deserving than you, I don’t know of him or her.”

“Thank you, I had some rough patches, but now life is looking up for me,”

“You were always so nice in high school, how did you wind up with that horrible ex-wife of yours?”

“Maybe because I was too nice to acknowledge the red flags she so blatantly flew.”

“Someone good will come along for you, though, just be patient.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome and just know, whoever she is, you will make her very happy!”

“You always had a way of making me feel better.”

“I try.” Chloe paused, then continued, “Now I think everything is in order and I can finalize your sale, let me just check with your banker.”

“Sure, do whatever you need.”

Chloe picked up her desk telephone and was connected instantly to Barrett Middleton.

They exchanged a few words, then Chloe hung up with a smile, looked up at Everette, and said, “It’s yours. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you so much, you are such a God send!”

“Be sure to go and thank Barrett as well, he secured this great deal for you.”

“I sure will.”

Everette heard a loud thunderous roar and noticed that Chloe’s window had become dark.

“What is going on?” He asked.

“There is some severe weather due here. I thought you of all people would have been aware of something like that.”

“Yes, I used to always monitor the weather scrupulously, but I forgot to and didn’t want to miss this appointment. Furthermore, I lost all of my weather radios among other valuables when my then-wife-now-ex-wife got us evicted, all I was able to keep was what’s in these two bags.”

“Where did you stay in the meantime?”

“With an older friend. He drove me to the train terminal and I took the Sunshine Express here.”

The roaring became stronger.

Everette looked out the window and saw several locomotives and freight cars derailed in the marshaling yard located on Lake Morgan’s industrialized northeast side. A minor tornado had wreaked havoc through the yard and was now headed south into the swamps.

Everette marveled, stuck in time and space.

“You are indeed fascinated by the weather, aren’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Yes. That and trains.” Everette replied.

“I kind of remember you mentioning things about trains a time or two.”

“I had loved them as a young child, but then outgrew them. However around our sophomore year, the interest came back, but then I had a mental breakdown, wound up on disability and it’s just recently that I have been able to dedicate time to my train hobby.”

“Well, you will be happy to know that your house is but a few feet from the mainline.”

“Wow! Thank you!”

“You’re so welcome. Here are your keys.” Chloe handed them to Everette then they embraced once more and he left her office.

Everette then walked to Barrett Middleton’s office and knocked on the door.

His receptionist asked for his name.

Everette provided it.

She picked up the phone and said, “Everette Mullen wants to see you. What should I tell him?” She paused then said, “Okay, I will let him know.” Then she hung up and said, “You can come in.”

Everette walked into Barrett Middleton’s office, which had a corner space occupying the southwest side of the tenth story.

“What’s up, Mullen?”

“I just wanted to thank you for pulling those strings to secure me a great mortgage deal.”

“Sure thing man. You always made us laugh in high school and I found out that you had fallen on hard times when I saw your blog, so, I knew I should help you.”

“You actually read my blog?”

“I sure do. A lot of us from our old school do.”

“Thanks, man. I am honored that you read it.”

“Well, I remember how you used to tell us stories in PE class whenever we weren’t able to do anything, so when I realized that your blog was even better than the stories you made up, I was hooked. All I can say is never stop writing, you truly have a gift.”

Everette looked out the windows to see the sunset peaking through the storm clouds. He also noticed the port situated on Lake Morgan, all the yachts docked in the slips, and the branch line diverging from the main to serve the port.

“You have an amazing view. If I was you I would set up a scanner in this office and have it tune in the Marine Channels.

“I just might do that. Any models you would recommend?”

“Since it’s VHF and FM, just about any scanner in good condition will do. To be honest, some of the older ones outperform the modern ones. Just be sure to turn it off if a lady walks in your office because some of those marine workers have potty mouths.”

“I know man. Remember how we used to drive around and mess with the bridge tenders over the radio?”

“Yes, those were the days. Although things are looking up once again.”

“What did you think of those tornadoes a few minutes ago?”

“They were something else. I think Chloe Marina’s presence calmed me like the Hand of the Lord. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yes. She’s awesome. Always was.” Barrett paused, then continued, “Well, I have to get home to the wife and kids, but I am so glad you came to see me. If you need anything else, let me know.”

“I could use a ride to my new house since I am on foot.”

“Sure man. We can cut up like we used to do. It would be a brief break from married life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and children, but I miss being able to get rowdy.”

“I can’t wait.”

“well let’s go. I can also show you around, Lake Morgan. It’s good to have another transplant here from high school.”

Barrett stood up, grabbed his briefcase and sport coat, then walked Everette out of his office and instructed his receptionist to lock up.

Subsequently, they walked to the parking garage and they entered Barrett’s brand new midnight black Chevy Silverado.

Barrett drove Everette around Lake Morgan showing him, first downtown, then the northeast industrialized side, then the lake port, and finally the southeast side. Barrett then parked in front of Everette’s new house.

Everette grabbed his bags and keys, then walked onto his front porch and opened the front door, locking it behind him. He turned the ceiling fan on and laid down on his empty living room floor.

Soon afterward, he took his medication and fell asleep.

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How Everette Mullen met Hailee Bainbridge-Blogger in a new City

On a sunny and crisp Autumn Thursday morning, Everette Mullen was walking through Downtown Lake Morgan, on a mission to shop for items he needed for his newly purchased home.

One of his new neighbors had dropped him off at the edge of their neighborhood and he walked the next few blocks until he was coming upon Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares. He recognized the design of the building that it was a former Family Dollar.

Just as Everette was about to cross the tracks and enter the store freight train came moving through.

The crossing lights flashed, and the crossing bells tolled then the engineer sounded her train’s whistle. The conductor waved his signal lantern as Everette watched them pass. The train was a local freight job that had originated out of the yard on the industrialized northeast side of Lake Morgan. The crew was a young husband and younger wife team that had worked this train for a few years after the two men on the former crew had retired a few months ago. They were headed west to exchange some freight cars and return to the yard that evening.

Everette noticed the excessive amount of graffiti that seemed to have a presence on just about every freight car. Some of it was disgusting to him, some of it somehow provoked deep thought and even some more of it brought out laughter.

Finally, the train cleared the crossing and continued westbound. Cautiously, Everette crossed the tracks then the city’s main street, and entered the store.

A buzzer sounded and Everette began to browse around.

He saw some custom-made, limited edition replica models of vintage stereo systems and began to study them in detail until he heard the voice of a young lady.

“Hi,” She said sheepishly.

Everette turned around and saw a pleasantly plump young lady sitting on the floor with an Android tablet in her hands. She was dressed in a knee-length red plaid skirt with a creme colored blouse. Her skin was quite pale and dotted with freckles. Her eyes were crystal blue, enhanced by her wire-rimmed glasses. Her hair was Auburn and flowed down to her shoulder blades. She was wearing grey crew socks and light blue tennis shoes.

Everette smiled brightly and replied, “Hello,” As he looked upon the young lady with great admiration.

She then awkwardly stood up and as she did so, Everette caught a brief view of her creamy white thighs and hot pink modesty shorts.

He blushed at the sight of it but was also powerfully attracted to her.

The young lady smiled from ear to ear and giggled uncontrollably until she was completely standing up.

She then walked up to Everette, choked a little on her words but then managed to say, “I read your blog faithfully and I love your work. I cannot believe you are shopping in my mom’s store.”

Sweetly Everette hugged her and said, “Thank you. I am honored that you read my blog. Actually, I have never come across one of my readers in public before, most of them are far away from me. How did you find my blog?”

The young lady replied, blushing, “I had been reading your work since I was eleven going on twelve and you were like sixteen. I came across it by accident while having a sleepover and using a friend’s family computer. Those were the days. I was so excited when you launched your current blog and I check it every day for new posts.”

“Wow! I am amazed and humbled at the same time. Can I have your name?”

“Of course; it’s Hailee Bainbridge.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Aw, thanks,” Hailee paused and then continued, “Do you believe at all in fate?”

“Sometimes,” Everette replied.

“Well, I believe there is a reason that you walked into my mom’s store today and it is more than just to buy whatever you are going to buy. I’ll say that I have crushed on you for a long time, it’s just I didn’t want to mess with a married man. However, when you publicly announced that you were divorced, I felt excited and thought that you could somehow be mine one day. And when I found out that you were moving to Lake Morgan, I prayed continuously that we would somehow cross paths.”

Everette smiled warmly and then tightly embraced Hailee after she spoke those words to him.

As he hugged her she continued, “I hope you’re not weirded out or anything by me telling you all this.”

Everette looked Hailee in the eyes and said, “Not at all. If anything I’m very touched. I tried talking to other young ladies, but most of them won’t even acknowledge me. You obviously have a very good heart not to mention in my eyes you’re a perfect solid ten!”

“I know when I first started reading your work it would have been illegal for us to see each other but now I am twenty-one and I know you are twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six and I hope I’m not too young for you anymore.”

“Not at all. My ex-wife is the same age as me and that relationship was a train wreck. Anyway, I think an age difference brings some understanding to a relationship, so you are perfect for me!”

“Then you will be my boyfriend?”

“As sure as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west!”

Hailee covered her mouth, then strongly hugged Everette for the third time.

Subsequently, they exchanged phone numbers and residential addresses.

She then planted a kiss on his mouth and said, “Sorry if that was too much.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Your kiss is lovely!” Everette replied as he played with her hair, “Just for the record, I want many more kisses from you!”

Hailee beamed then buried her face in Everette’s chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Donna Bainbridge, the owner, and Hailee’s mother interrupted their embrace and said, “Young man, what are you doing with my daughter?”

Everette had a deer in headlights look on his face.

Hailee interjected, “Mom, remember the blogger that I like to read so much and I had a crush on him for years? This is him, right here in your store.”

Everette collected himself and said, “I do apologize, but I have never met anyone else who has followed my online work for so long. Furthermore, I think Hailee is the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen and I think she has a really good heart.”

“Why did you come into my store?”

“I just moved to Lake Morgan and I need some supplies to stock my new house. I was looking at your stereo systems when Hailee greeted me.”

“Where are you staying on Lake Morgan?”

Everette stated his address.

Donna replied, “If you’re a blogger, why are you living on the southeast side? That is the poor section of the city.”

“My main source of income is a disability pension. I don’t make any money from my blog. I have been writing for almost ten years and yet never earned a single red cent for it.”

“Momma, if you would read his work, you would see that he is a good man,” Hailee added in.

“If you’re the same blogger I think you are, aren’t you married?”

“I was. To an abusive and unfaithful woman. She got us evicted from the place we were staying, with all of her temper tantrums, so I divorced her and while waiting on the courts, I repaired my credit. After everything was final, I bought a house in Lake Morgan. And here I am.”

“I see.”

“I know I have a past, but I think Hailee is beautiful and sweet and I promise to treat her right. And not only that but also to honor her and cherish her.”

“I have a past too, momma, because of what my gym teacher did to me.”

“He’s probably had a lot of girls, though,” Donna remarked, “After all, he is a writer.”

“I assure you, just my ex-wife.”

“And I’ve only been with one, though it wasn’t my choice, so our pasts are almost equivalent. Besides, I have wanted him for about ten years, so don’t ruin this for me, momma,” Hailee pleaded.

“All right, for now, y’all have my blessing. Y’all just make sure to be committed to each other and only each other.”

“Thank you,” Everette replied.

“Yes, thank you momma!” Hailee added in.

Donna then looked at Everette and said, “If you ever mistreat her, I know people who will make your life a living hell.”

“Trust me, I have no intention to mistreat Hailee.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Now, I do have a large purchase to make, so hopefully you can assist me.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, first of all, I would like one of those replica stereo systems. They remind me of my early teenage years.”

“Excellent choice,” Donna said as she added it to her handheld computer.

“Anything else?”

“Yes, I was wondering if you had any bathroom accessories that were seafoam green in color?”

“What do you mean by bathroom accessories?”

“Soap dish, toothbrush holder, rugs, towels.”

“Why seafoam green?”

“I like a nautical theme and it also reminds me of my childhood bathroom.”

Donna added more items to her handheld computer, then asked, “Anything else?”

“Yes. I would like two weather radios, one for my kitchen table and one for next to my bed. After seeing that tornado in the railroad yard the other day, I feel the need to be prepared how I once was before I lost many possession during the eviction. If you have any portable models, that would be great too.”

“How about a Midland WR120 for your bedside, a Midland WR400 for your kitchen, and a Midland HH50B for traveling?”

“Yes, a fellow blogger recommended the one for my bedroom and traveling and since he says Midland is a good brand, I’ll get the other one for my kitchen.”

“I was suggesting the WR400 for your kitchen because it also gets AM and FM, so you can listen to news talk or music while cooking and eating.”

“Great minds think alike, Miss Donna!”

“Anything else?

“Yes. I need an aerial antenna for my television set and an amplifier if you have one.”

“I will have to special order those, but I can have them in by tomorrow evening.”

“Is there any way you can have the rest of my items delivered to my home? I am on foot.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Now, does your store offer any financing?”

“We do. I will need to see your government ID.”

“Right here,” Everette said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his ID to her.

Donna entered the information on her handheld computer and then was shocked to see Everette with a credit score of 724.

“I must admit I was wrong about you, Everette. You are approved and because of your score you get a much better interest rate.”

“Thank you, Miss Donna. And I will say now that my intentions with Hailee are 100% pure. To me, she is wife material.”

“She indeed is, so treat her as such.”

“Believe me I will.”

“Now I will get your order ready and most of your items should be delivered later today.”

“Awesome. Would it be all right if I took Hailee to get some lunch?”

“Sure. There is a really nice sandwich shop next door if y’all want to go there.”

“Yes ma’am, we will!”

“Y’all be good.”

Holding hands, Hailee and Everette walked out of Donna’s Discount Electronics and then, began walking to the sandwich shop.

As they were holding on to each other while walking on the sidewalk, two middle-aged working-class men approached Everette and knocked him down. They then kicked him as Hailee protested, begging them to leave him alone.

One of the men shouted at Everette, “We don’t want you in our city, because of that filthy, seditious material that you write on that blog of yours.”

The other one told Hailee, “Shut the hell up, little girl. Why are you even wasting your time with him?”

“Because I have been in love with him for almost ten years!” Hailee said with tears in her eyes.

“You need a real man, not this subversive piece of trash,” The second man said as he lifted Hailee’s skirt.

Hailee then saw red, having a flashback from what her male gym teacher did to her many years ago. She smacked both of them as hard as she could across their faces, leaving bold marks on them. She then spit on both of them, repetitively, until they fled the scene, leaving Everette severely bruised and slightly bleeding.

Hailee then cradled Everette in her lap and wiped his glasses with the hem of her skirt as she called for an ambulance.

After she hung up, Everette looked up at her and spoke, “I heard what you said about being in love with me for the past ten years. Just know, that even though I just met you today, I am in love with you as well.”

Hailee kissed Everette and said, “Let’s get you some medical attention. May I ride with you to the hospital?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart!”

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One of Everette Mullen’s Story Ideas

So one of Everett Mullen’s Works of Fiction on his blog entails a twenty-twenty-two-year-old writer by night and days off and coffee shop worker as his main job. His girlfriend is an emancipated sixteen-going-on-seventeen-year-old high school dropout turned visual artist and is employed as a cashier in the coffee shop. Her parents were verbally and physically abusive but the cops condoned their ways. They would also take her paycheck from her when she did anything they didn’t like. The owners allow her to stay in the living space of a loft above their coffee shop, where she paints on her days off and works the cash register on her workdays. The owners sell her paintings for a ten percent fee and place ninety percent of the proceeds into a trust fund for her. The owners of this establishment cater to the Bohemian youth in the city, which by stark comparison has a majority population consisting of the lower middle class conservative types. Many times the young man writes stories in his girlfriend’s room and reads them to her as she paints scenes either depicting the stories or drawing upon abstract inspiration. This young man would sit in on English lectures at various colleges to pick up better grammar skills for his writing. He never officially enrolled in any higher learning institutions but was soon respected and welcomed by faculty and students, when he discussed his aspirations and ideas. His parents are lower middle class and he also has an eighteen-year-old brother who is still in high school but plans to join the military. His brother’s girlfriend is nineteen and employed as a school cafeteria worker and they are favored by the parents. When the owners find out that they are alone in that room together, they suggest marriage, to which they wholeheartedly agree and this angers the young man’s parents even more. What further anger the parents is when their older son and his new wife now have enough money to live comfortably and move into one of the nicer houses in that town and live out a Bohemian fantasy lifestyle indefinitely while their younger son has to join the military, his girlfriend works a dead-end job and they are stuck also in dead in jobs until they can draw Social Security. They are wed on her seventeenth (the age of consent) birthday and the coffee shop owners give them both a week’s paid vacation as a honeymoon present, since they are the two best workers and work well together. Usually, they travel on bicycles but together they buy a restored Volkswagen Microbus which they have detailed with vibrant colors. The local cops constantly profile this young couple. The authorities also monitor the coffee shop and nitpick about every code while giving significant breaks to the more conformist-minded businesses. Because many of the Bohemian Youth is that impoverished in this small town, they cannot afford cell phones, so they communicate on MURS which is a VHF version of CB radio, either portable rechargeable units with custom made long rugged antennas or simple mobile units for those who have vehicles. There is also some more fortunate youth who relay some of the MURS radio traffic onto social media. The cops constantly eavesdrop on them and are waiting to ensnare them for anything and everything. A local ordinance is passed banning base station antennas on residential buildings in the corporate limits of the town. They went on to ban all kinds of outdoor antennas on residential buildings as part of a kickback with the local cable TV company. Their frequency is 151.94 MHz which is MURS Channel 3 and they use this frequency because so many people born in [19]94 tend to be creative. I plan to elaborate more and more about this, but Everette Mullen inspires many oppressed Bohemian youth not only nationwide but worldwide. If I had to guess the setting for this story, it would either be in Northern Florida, Central Mississippi/Alabama, Louisiana between the US 80 and US 84 corridors, or somewhere in Georgia. I am thinking that everyone in this city is jealous of my main character and his wife because they have well-paying jobs that aren’t backbreaking, yet they never attained a formal higher education. All of the Bohemian youth in the city look to Mullen’s blog for inspiration. The main character’s mother is especially furious with him when she learns that his brother will be deployed on a combat mission, yet her older son gets to stay in his luxurious house and write fantasies that inspire youth to espouse lifestyles that are not in line with the values of their city or country. She drives over to his new house and confronts him immediately after learning the news of her younger son’s combat deployment. Mullen’s main character reminds his mother that he is unfit for military service and he is now a married man who needs to take care of his wife. The mother replies that she wishes he would have never met that girl because all she does is enable him to live out a fantasy. Mullen’s character snidely replies that is exactly why he fell in love with her because being with her is exactly like living out one of his fantasies and why can’t she just be happy for him? She says she isn’t happy because her younger son who did everything right is now in harm’s way while he lives in rebellion and encourages others to do the same lives in luxury and continuously writes garbage that is embarrassing to her. She then says how one day this fantasy will come to an end and everything will come crashing down around him. He asks her if that is what she wants. She says yes because then it will teach him to work hard for a living like everyone else around him and not take the easy way out. He then says that he and his wife have unique talents and many people from all over appreciate their work. She then says that many around here are offended by it. He replies that they are offended because they are a bunch of simple-minded bigots who idolize conformity. He goes on to say that the city mismanaged the public funds so much now that every resident must pay a hefty tax on smartphone services and that inhibits many from using one. His mom replies that the ones who are prevented from using smartphones only use them for the wrong reasons anyway. They are only supposed to use them for work-related purposes, but too many were using them to have illegal relationships and share dangerous ideas. He asks her what is so dangerous about wanting a living wage and having a decent work-life balance. She replies that working extra hard to make ends meet will keep the youth out of trouble and build character for them. The rest of us have to so they should even more. He then says that many companies in this city forbid their young employees from having social media or even blogging, and he believes that is encroaching on their first amendment rights. She then says for him to not dare talk about the constitution when he won’t fight for it. He asks, how is fighting some foreign war that has nothing to do with domestic policy fighting for the constitution? If anything this war in and of itself violates the constitution. His mom then slaps him across the face. He then tells her to get out of his house.

Mullen’s work is praised by some online but he has also received many threats from those offended by it.

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Dreams that Inspired “Blogger in a new City”

In the early parts of 2022, I decided to start work on a new story which I have titled, “Blogger in a new City.”

The inspiration for this new series of stories came to me from two dreams, one of which I had in the October of 2020 and the other I had in January of 2022.

I want to first describe the dreams that inspired this series of stories because without them, I would have never been able to come up with all of this.

So, I will now describe these dreams:

October 2020:
I just moved to a new city and am looking to purchase a home. This new city can be best described if one would have combined the two Louisiana cities Lake Charles and Morgan City. There are at least two skyscrapers, a mainline railroad with a yard to the northeast of the city, it is bordered to the southwest by a navigable lake, which is likely connected to another waterway or even is close to the sea. The railroad line separates the north and south side. The southeast side is the working class and poor section, the southwest is the rich side, with a marina for yachts on the lake, the northwest is the business and medical district and the northeast is industrialized. A branch off the mainline railroad goes to serve a port on the lake and separates the southeast from the southwest side. To the north is farmland and further north is forest. I am inside the tallest skyscraper in the city which houses real estate and banking offices among other business spaces. I am meeting with a realtor to conclude the terms of my purchase of a home located on the southeastern side of the city. The banker whom will finance my purchase is on the same floor a few doors away. My real estate agent telephones my banker and sees that all is in order, then I am handed my keys. While waiting on this process I am in the hallway staring out of a window overlooking the northeast side of the city at the railroad yard. A tornado was either in progress or had just finished wreaking havoc in that yard and there were several derailed locomotives and freight cars. I don’t remember what the freight cars looked like but the locomotives could have either been some unmolested Southern Pacific Bloody Nose locomotives or some Canadian National locomotives. I then walk to the southwest corner of the building on one of the upper floors and I look at the southwestern side of the city, seeing a tranquil sunset over the lake and several yachts docked in the marina. To my disappointment, there are no tow boats or barges near the port at this hour. If I had to guess this would take place sometime in late September or early October, due to the position of the sun at the end of the business day. Soon afterward, I woke up. It was a really neat dream.

In the next dream, I am a teenager again (age fourteen to be exact) and it begins with me being dropped off at the shopping center the night before. It is a balmy April evening and I discretely hang out in the parking lot all night until the store opens. I am shopping at the Family Dollar which is located in the Sugarland Neighborhood of my hometown (Raceland, Louisiana.) I now feel I need to be clear about this: the way that I know I am fourteen is that in the dream I am the size and height I was at that age. There are other factors that I will reveal in this piece. I am shopping for a budget-friendly stereo system, and I do see one that seems so perfect. It is a model that was sold around 2001, a GPX, I believe. This stereo system had a CD changer, an AM and FM broadcast receiver, and a cassette tape deck. Those were very popular with teenagers in 2001 but now (in 2022), I think teenagers would use Bluetooth speakers linked to their mobile devices. So much has changed in 21 years as to how young people listen to their music. I could be wrong but I don’t think Family Dollar even sells stereo systems or at least not one with the features in my dream. Because I have more than enough money, I also purchase a pocket-sized yellow flashlight which is the type of flashlight I would have EDCed at the age of fourteen. I didn’t discover tactical flashlights until I was sixteen and didn’t own one until I was eighteen. Sitting on the floor is a girl who is a few years younger than me, but appears to be crushing on me. She is wearing a red plaid skirt, a white tee shirt, wire-rimmed glasses, reddish blonde hair, and numerous freckles. She keeps looking up at me and smiling. I’m thinking this dream could have shown me what it would have been like had my fiancee` and I had met much earlier and maybe even grown up together. While I had known my fiancee` existed since December 5, 2019, I didn’t start pursuing her until early to mid February of 2022 and I didn’t know what she looked like in 2001 either. Since I was fourteen, in the dream, and if this girl was the same as the young lady who is now my fiancee`, she would have been nine-going-on-ten. Also, there is no longer a Family Dollar in Sugarland Shopping Center, much to my irritation. It became a Dollar Tree at some point but is now vacant due to a very wicked woman named Ida. Anyway, I purchase the stereo and the flashlight, then the young girl and I talk for a little while until my ride arrives. I then wake up.

I took many elements from both dreams and I combined them into the fledgling series. There are some significant modifications from the dream sequences, however.

For example, the setting non existent and is known as “Lake Morgan, Louisiana.” The characeter based on me is known as Everette Mulen and is in twenty-six-going-on-twenty-seven and the young lady, Hailee Bainbridge, is now based on my fiancee` is twenty-two. The Family Dollar was changed to be Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares and Donna Bainbridge is the Hailee’s mother. It is also in Lake Morgan, not the Sugarland neighborhood of Raceland, LA.

All in all, I took these two dreams and in late January of 2022, I began using them to forge my “Blogger in a new City” series. Because of all that is going on, I haven’t got much of it into text as of yet, so that is why I created this post, in order to explain how I was inspired and why certain things are the way they are.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened and maybe even entertained.

Thank you for taking the time to read and may God richly bless you!

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