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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The White Horse
When I was a child, I knew I was different. It was apparent from the things I liked to the things I detested. --For example, I did not appreciate the sounds of banjo or the Country Music Singer's caterwauling strumming on a guitar. It hurt my ears. I despised chicken and dumplings and would leave the table if someone said "Squirrel." My friends considered me disloyal because of my sensibilities.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Psyche
What does Art mean?
My whole life has been one mixed-up mess of mistakes, some happy mistakes some, not-so-happy mistakes, but all of them have to lead me to where I am today, which is sitting here typing and drawing. My mom said I started drawing when I was about four or five years old so, I don't remember that far back. However, when there were hard times, I had Art to get me through some pretty stiff stuff.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
That Time I Saw Something I Could Not Explain
When I was young, we lived near a highway life was hustling and bustling. I saw a bus wreck, hit-and-run, several trucks overturned and was awakened in the middle of the night countless times to broken down drivers needing to use the phone to get help all of this at the ripe old age of Six.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
