Hi. I'm Jay. The wife wants to write this stuff down so I can get it out of my head, and I can have some weight lifted off my chest. But not all of it. No sir. It begun when I was 17...
It all started when I woke up on that plane, with that snake lady standing over me after, well, waking me up.
"Hey! Wake up! C'mon! Get off my plane!"
"What the fuck... Piss off..."
"As much as I'd like to, I can't until you're gone!"
After this friendly exchange of words, I opened my eyes.
"HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK!!!"
"Actually, my name's Snake."
"Shit! Ok Jay, now would be a great time to wake up..."
"You're awake. Get off my plane."
"Bullshit! Snakes don't walk, nor do they talk!"
"Bullshit right back atcha! Now off!!!"
She then proceeded to throw me off the plane into a crowd of people (not exactly people, but you can smell what the Rock is cooking) that were awaiting my landing. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say onto. I landed on Zechariah, bounced off him, hit the ground, then as my wife put it, 'got knocked the fuck out'.
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Why me?! -Zoophobia fan fic
FanfictionJay, a human, has found himself in a very Cameron like situation. His parents got tired of him and sent him off to safe haven, with out Jay knowing. Already not in very good mental health, he is emotionally destroyed knowing he can never leave. This...
