Jeff Johnson
Bio
I am that late bloomer that decided to follow his passion late in life. I live for stories that are out of bounds, unusual, and beyond normal limits. I thrive on comedies, horror stories, and stories that tug at your heart.
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Something Different Form A Southerner
I am a diverse person, so I have many tastes, and recently I discovered a recipe that threw me for a loop. Let me explain. I live in a small town in Appalachia called Hyden, Kentucky, and go to the doctor for a broken leg in the neighboring city. My doctor, whom I am very fond of, is Indian. I am Gay, Artistic, love plays, orchestras, Lady GaGa, Dolly Parton, French Fries, and Morel Mushrooms in the Spring, but Curry? Dare I?
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Feast
The Blue Ribbon Part 2
Evening wears on day turns into night Father sits and looks at the phone, waiting for it to ring. He fumbles with the radio tuning it to the nearest Radio station to see if there are updates. "Just in!" The excited weatherman shouts, "Severe weather headed our way. It looks like it's going to be a rough night, folks."
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Horror
The Little Blue Ribbon
A long time ago, a young couple built a house with just four rooms. It was a simple house wood slats, with smaller slats to cover the openings and two by fours to hold up the walls. The roof was equally tiny, with no room to store anything, just tin rafters, insulation, and sheetrock. The couple was deeply in love, laughing, talking, and struggling to keep their hands off each other.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Horror
Bed Time Story; The Great Goat Trainers!
I am Jed. I live in a small town tucked away in a small state with a lot of woods. My family is primarily immigrants from Ireland that came here during the potato famine, although I did have an aunt that couldn't make up her mind, so she was known for going back and forth on numerous trips. My Grandfather spoke of her being the quirky one. He says she's like my Aunt Lorraine. Or Aunt Lorraine is like her, I should say.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
It Is A Matter of Focus
I found myself facing total ruin, "Now What" rang through my ears day and night. I could feel the pressure of life closing in around me, and it was not good. I had always enjoyed drawing. It was a great escape, but I was not good at it, and there was no way it would be my saving grace. I sat discouraged.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
Following My Inspiration.
I have been chasing my dreams and despair my whole life. The sad part I told myself I was pursuing my dreams because I wanted this dream job as a young man. My dad had other plans for me and made it clear I was not the material of champions. I was one of those kids that, even as a kid, hurt a lot. No one believed me. It was an excuse not to do anything.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Lifehack
Did I go To College For This?
I pick up a newspaper and see unemployment is up, and there is a dire need for Social Workers in the great Common Wealth of Kentucky. Too many times, I heard, "You are not smart enough for school, or Son, you need to make other plans. That kind of life is not meant for people like you." At work, I heard, "You are too smart for this job. You need to find something else to do that will keep you busy and make you happy." Being a gas station attendant on the third shift is some busy stuff. It's for everyone.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Learning To Draw My Second Chance
When I was a child, I was an idealist and often daydreamed of becoming a famous artist. I wanted to make extraordinary art. By the age of 6, I could draw rabbits, and my grade school teachers were swooning over me with giving me platitudes, saying that I would be a truly successful artist one day. I, however, thought from Kentucky? Maybe at yard sales drawing dogs or grannies. Delapatated Barnes became a thing for me. I was going to be famous for the nontraditional approach.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
What Are We Doing Here?
I often wonder about what my purpose is and about what society's purpose is. It seems that throughout history, we have diverged and become something mother nature may not have fully anticipated. Let me explain; around four billion years ago, life began to eat life at the bottom of the ocean; from there, animals grew expanded, new ones appeared while others disappeared.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in The Swamp
Ghosts: There Came Three Knocks
After being coaxed into this, I finally decided to cave in and tell the story as best I can remember. At this point, what strand of credibility I had left might as well shoot it down, right. Above is my house; this house has been the center of many family gatherings, from heart-felt moments at family dinners to heartbreaking wakes.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Horror
Self Esteem Of A Gay Man
What exactly is self-esteem? Dr's, Psychiatrist, Psychologist, Therapist study this attribute of human's in-depth, presenting different angels about how to treat and even cure self-esteem issues. I think I have encountered them all and tried them all. From my point of view, self-esteem boils down to a straightforward question, "How do I view myself?" That simple may be oversimplified and detangled, but it is that simple.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Blossom Where You Are Planted
Over the past few years, I have felt the crunch of life being life. Yet, it seems life is constantly pushing me to improve in some way or the other. Sometimes I go down unwillingly. Other times, I come along agreeable seeing the need. All the while learning and feeling the pinch when I am resistant to learning the lesson presented. I started to see things that I became lit up about, sometimes in a storm of anger, sometimes in a flurry of this is incredible.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
