The Life of Java Part I

The Gospel According to Java
Some time ago a child was born into a world without fear. His Father named him Java after his maternal grandfather. Java grew to be a man in an age where boys were kings of their own realms. Every whim, every desire was given to him and his peers. Unfortunately, as he grew in years, he as of yet became a Man.
We know not of his extended adolescent years other than some rumors and few internet video postings. We do know he lived the life of a profligate and accumulated a lengthy rap sheet which has been studied by Javian scholars. His incarcerations and many psychiatric hospital stays are also well documented. Java’s story begins here at the age of thirty four or five, as near as we can guess. Then is the tale of his conversion and baptism followed by his so called Salad Days. After that he spends four chapters on a basic primer for roasting and brewing coffee. Finally is an account of his arrest and eventual martyrdom, which was written by one of his followers after Java’s death name unknown.

The Book of Java: Chapter One
“Without Love where would you be now?” My dad’s favorite Socratic question it is. His other favorite quote came from my grandpa Paddon: “Well begun is halfway done.” I may have hated my Father, but he taught me to be a man while I was in a shit storm of my own making. Has never bailed me out from jail.
The wired chemical is dough: With much Power comes much Responsibility.


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