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hi, i'm james mckinney. you know me. living the rest of my life now with my awesome wife!

this is the new atb (at the beach). the original atb ran from around 2001 to the fall of 2005. i figured it was time to finally begin another personal blog. so, here it is.

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6 December 09

Part five

Kat was uneasy, to say the least. Here she was, a girl, with two guys-one she didn’t even know-in the dead of night, breaking into a multi-million dollar home. The path to the back of the mansion was shaded from the moonlight by trees. As the three made their way down the path, the unlit mansion was becoming more defined. Without a cloud in the sky, the full moon illuminated everything.

Kat wanted some indicator that someone else was finding it hard to believe that they were really doing this, and doing this on such a clear night. But she couldn’t find any. Where did this side of him come from? She thought, as she looked at Dave’s determined look as they pressed forward. He looked bound and determined to steal a lot of money, a look that was odd for a teenage guy who had done very little of this sort of thing.

They passed the shed, then they stopped. Each of them looked across the massive backyard, if you’d call it that. It was more of an open field that led to another open field that hit a country road. From there, it was a sea of cornfields.

The three ran across the field toward the mansion. The near-silent rhythm of tennis shoes and heavy breathing was only broken by a car speeding down the road in the far distance.

—-

He remembered the last time he was on top of his car, looking into the silent darkness of the midwestern sky. He and his friends looked up together, talking, laughing and joking about the bright future that they all had assumed would be waiting for them. The other guys were doing alright, they had no idea that he was a mess. Not that it mattered. They were gone, and they weren’t coming back. Unlike him, they were having the time of their lives in college. But him, he just wanted to turn the clock back. Which was exactly the last thing he had on his mind when he left this town.

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh