"La Dee Doo Dee...." sang J.J., in a singsong, happy way.

J.J. had every reason in the world to be happy. He was on his way to Disneyland. But, J.J. wasn't going to Disneyland just to have fun...

No...,

J.J. was happy because it was his first day on the job as an EMT in training at Disneyland, the happiest place on earth. To J.J., this wasn't really a job, it was more of a dream come true. A dream that fell from the sky into his lap.

They were sort of vague about why the other EMT in training had left so fast after only being on the job for a few days. J.J. shook his head, and chuckled to himself. "Probably, the big Doo Doo didn't like old fashioned work," J.J. thought.

J.J. skipped over to his car, his Dad's old, new looking, never been in an accident, scratch free, undented, shiney, orange, 1992, Lambourgini, and pulled the door up.

Before getting in the car, J.J. turned, and saw his adoring Mom, who was frantically waving, trying to get J.J.'s attention, which is not always an easy thing to do, according to his mom, and some people around this newsgroup, who claim J.J. has a little trouble concentrating.

"You forgot your lunch, dear," his mother yelled from across the large front yard of the estate. In her hand was J.J.'s favorite lunch box. It was J.J.'s, 1929, the first full colour, tin, and lead alloy, Mickey Mouse, lunch box, that J.J. had taken with him to school, from his first day at kindergarden through his recent graduation from high school.

"No Way! Mom!" J.J. pouted. "I am a real man now! I have responsibilities! I have...I have...a job as an ENT..."

"...that's EMT, dear," his mom said, correcting J.J..

"...EMT in training," J.J. said. He took another look at his Mom and started to laugh.

J.J.'s mom was standing next to the large marble statue of the pee peeing cherubs. From where J.J. was standing it looked like one of the cherub statues was pee peeing in one of his Mom's ears and out her other ear. J.J. burst out laughing.

Poor J.J.'s Mother looked at her son, J.J., rolling on their newly sodded 40 acre front lawn, which is a big front lawn, for orange county, laughing, and laughing. "Oh, dear," she thought to herself. I hope he survives again today."

Hopping into the car, J.J. shuts the door, and turns the key.

"VROOOOOOMMMMMMMmmm," went the car.

"Oh, boy!" said J.J., and off he went.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. If you want this story about J.J. to continue, please let me know. Even if you want me to stop writing this story, please let me know.

Though, for the life of me, i don't know why anyone, anywhere, in the whole wide world, wouldn't want to read, or at least scan, chapter two, which is called, "J.J. drives to work."