Speaking of TastyFresh, I have done quite a bit of creative things for them over the years. Each month they produce an e-zine full of articles, music reviews, and general good stuff. I have written 3 articles for inclusion in the e-zine. Below is an excerpt from one of my favorites (and here is the full article)

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It was dark and raining harder by the minute. I was in the center lane of the freeway in a car that wasn’t mine. Usually I don’t mind freeway driving, but on this particular night the rain, the mist from a hundred tires and the glare from the street lights were making it nearly impossible to see the lines on the road. This may not have been a big deal if the highway was a straight shot, but this road was curving around the edge of the city and had numerous sweeping turns to navigate. In short, driving conditions were dangerous and I was driving an unfamiliar vehicle.
So, I did the only thing I really could do. I turned up my drum&bass CD, clamped my hands on the wheel, squinted through the rain and drove like a warrior. For the next twenty minutes I braved lane-drifting SUVs, road hogging semi trucks and the occasional slow driver who insisted on traveling in the fast lane. And since I couldn’t see the lines I had to navigate according to the brake lights of the car in front of me. It was crazy. I don’t know what was racing faster, my heart or my mind.
When I finally pulled into the driveway and turned off the car I was feeling amazing. I was wide awake, hyped on adrenaline and in a completely different mood. I think I may have been glowing. I felt alive.

I was digging through my writings and came across this story I was working on a few years back. I gave up on the story after awhile so it isn’t anywhere near finished, but it might be an interesting read. I think eventually I will use the Jason Red/DJ Redrock character again.
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Below is an excerpt. The entire (unfinished) story is here if you want to read it.

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…Jason nodded at the stewardess and brushed past her, well aware that he could have easily missed his plane. Ticket in hand he quickly located row 16 and dropped down into seat “B” next to a heavyset woman gazing out the window. Quickly he dug in his seat for the seatbelt and buckled it. The woman looked over at him, did not return his “Hello”, but simply blinked, paused and then looked back out the window. Thirty seconds since he had sat down and already Jason was feeling uncomfortable. The stewardesses were coming down the aisle checking the overhead bins. One leaned over Jason and gestured to his backpack. “Sir, that bag will have to go above your head or under the seat in front of you”