First entry in a blog ever in my life

     This blog  thing is new to me and I am not really sure how to start. My name is Fallon  and I live in Tolerance, Arkansas. Tolerance is not the kind of town where anybody in their right mind would want to live. Maybe its not that bad; it's just a boring town. It's like an old TV set, black and white, where the good guys wear ties to work and the bad guys are meanass. Unfortunately, I'm stuck here with no dreams, hiding from life on a farm in Sucky City. Trapped in a place I had always dreamed of leaving. I decided to write this blog so I can in some way reach outside of this hole.
     I had some special plans for myself. I'm a really good singer. I am  Eric Clapton on the guitar and my dance teacher said I dance like some old time movie star, Donald O'Connor. Did I mention, I'm one hell of an actor as well? I know I sound like some phony prick all full of myself, but I really do think I  have extraordinary talent.  I don't take credit for all my gifts, because gifts is what they are. I always felt lucky to have so much going for me.
   I went to this  little liberal arts college in Arkansas hoping to graduate and then go to Hollywood. I know it sounds crazy and you are thinking "sure, you were really going to make it in Hollywood along with all the other losers that go out there and end up street junkies or something just as dismal."   But I had an "in" because this friend of my grandfather  has had some success out there, and he promised me that he could get his agent to sign me and from what I hear that's a huge hurdle for success in Hollywood. Getting an agent and getting a SAG card are about as hard as batting .350 in a regular baseball season. I mean, not that this guy is Tom Cruise or anything. He mostly just makes commercials; but he has been making a living at it for a long time. In fact if you saw him you would say "Hey I've seen that guy somewhere before".
      I dated this girl from New York. I mean we were tight for my last three years in college. The first time I saw her in Music Theory she blew me away. Anyway, she gave me one of those I'd-like-to-get-to-know-you smiles before taking her in front of the class and talking about herself. After class I spent hours writing a poem for her.  I don't profess to be a talent when it comes to writing, but my heart was really into it and it got the result I wanted.

A poem from one who’s smitten
Can condemn him to jeers and scorn

For philosophers have written
Romance has no place for corn

Still, I’m compelled to take chances
I must speak what I feel in my heart
There is this fine woman named Frances
Whose affections I must try to jump-start

She’s charming, she’s chic, she’s elegant
Has traveled to Rome and Paree
To me it is patently evident
It’s with her I would settle to be

Some might say we’re too different
Not exactly two peas in a pod
I have this rural and awkward bent
Which in Noo Yawk might come across odd

Then below the little poem I  added, "Can we go get a coke after class and find out just how odd?"
 Needless to say I lacked social skills though while we were dating she definitely brought out the best in me. She was funny and smart and interesting and she didn't make me feel nervous or pressured. It was weird,  but  I could talk on the phone with her for hours, which is amazing considering that every time the phone rings I hope it isn’t for me. She was perfect in every way. Everything that a guy could want and more.