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

It was myself, along with two good friends, one from Toronto the other from Shediac. They were each some form of house demons who rarely leave the confines of their home in New Brunswick, however they took precautionary measures and managed to travel this weekend to Halifax for the King Sunshine show at the Paragon on Saturday, and to also see comedian Dean Cook on Sunday. After a great meal at Your Father’s Mustache with a live band the three of us took a cab from the Delta Barrington to Cogswell Street where we attended a pre-drink party at another friends place.
My pirate juice was drunk straight from the bottle, shared with a beautiful blond haired vixen, and so began the insanity. A bald headed freak tossed me a handful of multicolored pills that i crammed into my pocket for later. We walked down two or three dirt ridden streets until Gottingen where the Paragon is located. I have not seen this newly renovated bar since its heyday several years ago when it opperated as The Marquee/Hells Kitchen. I entered the bar, i was not searched or patted down so the drugs in my jeans were safe for a bit longer. The bar was dark, purple walls and green ceilings rang through my mind as i spun around in circles trying to find my entourage who had already made their way to the bar for refreshments. I soon found them and purchased more pirate juice for me and the lady, we took a handfull of pills and hit the dance floor. The opening band, something fish, they were okay, good at playing instruments, but there was something missing, soul and vibes. Just because you know how to do something, doesn’t mean you can do it good! The opening DJ, a good friend of mine, Mizz Maxine was amazing! She really got the people jumping and dancing where the previous band had most of us at the tables waiting for the bad noise to be done with.
I shouldn’t talk about the bands so much when this review is for the venue, however, King Sunshine rocks my ass like 4 weel drive! Trumpets, Horns, Saxophones! Female Vocals! Great vibes, enough soul to fill all of heaven twice over and a stage presence that rivals no other! There were so many of them on stage, probably 15 of them, no fancy gimmicks here, no, they dressed in regular humble attire and let the music speak for itself. I stumbled over to the merch table that i found was unattended. A variety of cd’s, shirts and stickers were just there, waiting to be taken! so i took some! cd and sticker in pocket i returned to the dance floor to bust a move or two. I vaguely remember a beautiful dark haired girl about to kiss me on the cheek and so i turned and stole a lip kiss! Maybe the band saw it, maybe they didn’t but the mood changed afterward and the dirty dancing began. From this point on there was much grinding, pelvic thrusting and general air humping going around, or maybe the pills were kicking in? The band was over, the blond girl was gone, my friends were all gone and i was the only one left on the dance floor next to an old friend i have not seen in three years who immediately recognized me and freaked the fuck out! “Doctor Jay Cole! It IS you!” my buddy lamented out loud, we hugged and then punched each other in the face a few times. We shared some jokes and stories and when the lovely lady returned from where she had been back stage, we decided to blow this Popsicle stand. On the way out i began to notice all of the horrible changes that had been made to what was once the city’s greatest venue. The entire upstairs dance hall and stage had been cut in half taking the 1000person limit down to about 500 people! The basement (formerly Hells Kitchen) was blocked off and nothing was happening down there. The decor was from the likes of Ikea or some other trendy place where well-to-do yuppies shop. The drinks were running me $25.00 for two doubles, Lord knows how many i sank back. i was informed of the outrageous prices after returning the next day and blaming the staff for robbing me when i wasn’t looking. This was quite an expensive evening for a bar located in the cheaper side of Halifax, my own ‘well to do’ friends living in the South End don’t even bother to venture this far anymore, no, they stay close to home in the cold weather when they want to spend their entire pay check in under three hours. All in all, the music was good, but the venue is nothing to shake a stick at. In closing, I will probably not attempt to attend shows in the Paragon unless iNTUiT is playing at one of them! In that case i’ll change my entire story to something along the lines of: The Paragon is an amazing venue, everyone come out and support local talent while you bask in the luxurious decor of this spacious, safe environment!

Peace \ /
Dr. Jay Cole