I’d throw up a link to Puppet’s Lounge, but it is inexplicably gone. IT was an entity more than a website. It spawned from the old WFCF radio show by the same name and became a forum for the functionally insane talents of the minds behind it. I’m guessing it is quite dead. Along with its demise the website’s ringleader has dropped off the radar.


It is a sad thing since I began to share some of my writing with (well call him) JP through Friendster. He is someone I knew in the real world, but never really got to know. He left behind this land of Wal-Marts and unabashed patriotism to drink from the poisoned well of knowledge called the Left Coast. Perhaps I’m jealous he had the nerve to leave. Above all else, I wish I knew how to get a hold of this guy because he is a great writer and someone I respect enormously. Truth is I would rather just peak through the window of his writing, but he has chosen to no longer share it.

So I looked today online for the Puppet’s Lounge website to check in on what JP is up too. The site is gone. No forwarding address and definitely no back-story as to what happened. I don’t think I’ve heard the last of JP. I wish I could live vicariously through his writing as he walks the streets of the city I left a part of my soul in all the while writing what I fear to pen. Perhaps I will overcome my fear of hipsters and 9-month rainy seasons and take the leap I know I’m suppose to take.

For what it is worth, streetlights seem to magically turn off when I drive under them too. I suspect our paths will cross again.