Hello folks, fans and freaks!

Today’s story is in reverse; where I will attempt to tell the story of how Doctor Reverend Jason Cole came to be. Enjoy!

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The adventure is far from over but for now I am quite content with the beautiful woman who loves me and signing my name everywhere I go as Doctor Reverend Jason C. Cole.

I now patiently await the arrival of my official doctorate papers after already receiving my ordination papers from The Universal Life Church in Modesto California who offer many valuable online courses to their members.

For years I had been unknowingly writing about the study for which I now hold a degree. Metaphysics is the study of existing, and it had caught my attention while searching through The ULC’s website.
You see, I wanted more credentials because being an english teacher and signing my name as Reverend Cole was not enough for me. It had taken only three days for an actual human at the ULC to approve my ordination. I was looking at their Church because I had learned through Wikipedia that Dr. Hunter S. Thompson had aquired his Doctorate through The Universal Life Church back in the 70’s and I wanted one.

After learning more from the wiki article I was reminded of the movie staring Bill Murray titled “Where The Buffalo Roam”; Muray would take on the role of Hunter’s likeness. That along with these other great films: Breakfast with Hunter, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Depp’s documentary “Gonzo: The Life and Times of Thompson” were downloaded and watched repeatedly. I had been researching Thompson because I knew not much of the man who I considered a Hero. That all happened after I had been thinking back to my years as a jackass stumbling around drunk and high during College, and I had also seen some new pictures posted online from Halloween where I dressed as Dr. Thompson.

My Blog had been a huge success with people beginning to click around like madd on my lists of idiosyncracy’s (These are things I had observed in the past such as cleaning the house, showering, or wasting time). I had posted some of these old writings online after opening the vaults and digging them out.
Each week I have been writing something new in the Blog relating to the universe around me. At first it was a great success amongst my friends and family only. The blog came into existence after a need for an outlet because my songwriting had decreased exponentially.
Entertainment was now the strict purpose for music as I had no longer wanted it to reflect myself or my own beliefs and morals.

There was definitely a newfound dislike of the music industry brewing inside of me and I needed to sever all ties to who I really am deep inside from the character I played on stage.
All of this free time I had was spent in New Brunswick after graduating from the TESOL Course. I had needed time to re-group and figure out some life issues. I had attended the course in Halifax Nova Scotia that enables me to Teach English to Speakers of Other Languages, although I cannot teach in an institution in Canada without further degrees, I can teach private tutoring here or teach fulltime overseas.

“Oh. Thanks friend, and I’m not acting!” a stumbled jargon of words loosed from my lips however vaguely discernable after one was heard remarking “Wow man! You’ve realy captured the character!”
I had been at a house party when I stumbled through a crowd of drunk and stoned freaks making my way to the kitchen to mix more pirate juice with eggnog.
The character compliments came due to my ensemble of flowered shirts, a smoke holder, aviators,
and a shaved horseshoe hair-cut in my head that was covered by a white fedora.
A few weeks earlier a friend had mentioned that I should dress as Thompson for Halloween of 2009 where I was visiting old roomates in Ottawa, Ontario.

Five years had passed and during that time I had managed to write a fiction novel and finally be content with it. Previous short stories would always wind up in a dead end or written into a corner. At first I only wrote more songs, but I had made a descision to break free from the confines of music and explore words and language with indepth writing experiments. With music, there were always many limitations and after college, iNTUiT was the only one to develop my writing skills.

My college years ended off with a project on Ralph Steadman who was Thompsons good friend and illustrator. It only made sense that I had discovered the writing works of Hunter S. Thompson during the years when I worked on building my Graphic Design portfolio along side Journalism students in college.
In my early twenties, I had found that pushing it to the brink of no-return seemed to be the way of life in my city of Moncton, New Brunswick. I was fascinated with the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and how they pushed the limits. All this because I was a musician trying to live the dream of Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll. Stage performances were done by iNTUiT, he is an alter ego I had created because I had developed a mild case of stage fright in school and the new found love of writing had been spawned from within
when a change occured, and I had started writing song lyrics during lunch breaks in high school with a good friend instead of doing artwork.

My art had gone on for years and would continue for years to come. I wasn’t like the other kids. I did not get involved in sports, or go outside very often due to a developing of asthma and allergies at an early age.
Drawing would always be a large part of my life. I went through rolls upon rolls, books upon books, and crates of looseleaf. I started drawing at the early age of three after being urged to use the equipment donated. My father didn’t have a great deal of money to take us out on adventures and imigination would take reign. Pens, pencils, and paper had been sent to my father in New Brunswick from my Grandmother during her time at the base where she had access to an abundance of stationery supplies. She worked at a military base in the nearby town of Shearwater while living in Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia until 2008 when she passed.

Thanks for the talent Nan, I know you are smiling down.
God Rest Your Soul.

Peace \ /
Dr. Reverend Jason Cole

Hello folks, fans and freaks!

Much apologies for the delay in writing. The Vacation is officially over and the grind stone is inching its way nearer to my nose with every breath that is exhaled from these recently un-potted lungs. No, it’s not a new years resolution, I don’t make those. I have however in the last month stopped smoking weed all day every day, and now only have a puff now and then during social gatherings. I have stopped craving it naturally as a great deal of joy has entered my life and replaced what the sweet sweet cheeba could only try to imitate. I’m talkin bout Love baby!

It has been a great year! 2009 will be remembered as the year I grew up and came into my own. Old back-monkeys were shed, new friends were made, new healthy lifestyle choices were made, schooling accomplishments, excellent adventures through the wilderness, old friendships rekindled and a great deal of personal growth. Let’s have 2010 be just as active, challenging and interesting with all the latest options out there!
As for now, I’m still in Halifax! Life is strange and it throws you a curve sometimes, and this time they are sexy curves! In an effort to keep these twists and turns on the up and up, I’ll be focusing on the grande hustle this year. There are goals of records to be released, writings to get published, and a trip to Mexico!
Christmas was great! (2k later!) I spent it with my sweetheart and her family in The Valley and then rocked a show at The Cage in Moncton, NB on Boxing Day after visiting with my Mom in Shediac.
New years eve was spent looking fabulous, dressed to the nine, at Victors on Spring Garden! What a great bar! I love it there, I’m sad to say that we left after the countdown and stumbled over to The Coconut Grove (an entire wall of mirror is only cool in a strip club! Get that shit outta there!)
This leads me to todays rant, what is up with these bars in town who move in, give it a new name, and then do NOTHING for the decor? Why can you move into a place and leave it the same old grubby way it always was and promote it as a “New Bar” in town?
I’m rather pissed about it, as well as the lack of constant upgrades this city has. Why does nothing change? These bars and pubs and clubs are staying around for a long time and they are raking in the cash, yet nothing get updated inside of the venue. Why not upgrade the stages and sound systems and the decorations on a regular basis like they do in other cities? My guess would be that greed is a factor. Greed seems to be the main factor in why anything sucks these days. It is why our food is over sized, juicy and colorful but has no nutrients, it is why our healthcare system only looks at the symptoms and not the causes and why our neighbors don’t smile anymore. Greed is ruling this world in a way that has never been seen before. But what happens when just one man has all of the eggs in his one large basket? Will money be worth anything anymore if nobody has any? Can we then start to trade grains of sand from the beach instead? We’ll carry around satchels on our waists with grain counters on our belts and purchase our smoke and brew with dirt as money will not be worth anything once it’s all gone. Has this always been the point of money, to get it all? Like Pokemons? Or will we start sharing again and lend our hands to our neighbors with no questions asked or thoughts of what they might do for us later on? If we just all help one another, all the time, we would always be helping, and we too would always be getting help. Imagine if only the people in your own apartment building or on your own street would help each other with one thing today, there would be a “Helping Time” set aside each day of the week the same way they have “Siesta’s” in other parts of the world when the sun is too hot to do anything. Those people get the same amount accomplished as we do, yet we are forced to work through the sleep time and fight the tiredness.
Anyone interested in helping should start right away, go knock on a door and see whats cookin in the next room over or across the street. This will also open up our communities and we can start to trust one another again. I keep hearing stories about the street my father grew up on where 20 kids in the neighborhood would be at his place each night after homework; and when parents looked out the window and saw that their child was not fighting with a sibling on the front lawn, they knew they were wrestling with my father and uncles on their front lawn or relaxing down in the basement. Let’s bring back these times! Let’s start community living all over again. The whole “grow as an individual” thing is being promoted constantly these days, and that’s great, we should all be individuals, but let’s also grow together.

Peace \ /
Dr. Jay Cole