Nothing really happens inside J.C. Victor's world, so he's doing his best just to make it a happier and a much more colourful place. Living in a farm for more than five years; his internet connection sucks, the smell of duck and chicken excrement fill the air and his neighbors love listening to sucky dance music mixed by wannabe disc jockeys. The only piece of entertainment that J.C. Victor has is a slow computer he bought using his almost naught paycheck. The guy loves to play games, make graphic art and stare blankly into his facebook page. Writing was never his forte. And it will never be.
Unless of course, if you help him out.
English is not his native language and he pretends to speak like a British man with a tea overload.
Say hi to him when you see him pass by.

Sincerely,
-J.C. Victor's ghost friend.
p.s. he left his computer on again.