Nor let the Peacock Go Quietly into the Night

Let the real words flow. Flow until you die.

Or at least until you quit your job...

Nor let the Peacock Wander

Here I write the words that tell the life of Jackson F. Blancett, from the events that happened to the ones that could'v

How does one escape the everyday normalities? I want to be able to tell stories that will leave your breathless.

Waking up has never been the most exciting part of anyone's day. What happens after... now that a different story. What happened to me? I fell off a bridge.

I was sitting on my couch, catching up with some of my fav shows, when I noticed that the place where my bike usually sits was vacant. Bike = stolen. I took to the streets searching for my only form of transportation. 

If anything can be said about my character it is that I don't give up. I want my bike. I went looking for my bike. I found a long fall and well... my bike

Before last years fall semester at school began I bought myself a Diamondback bicycle. I wish I could say that I went on daily rides through the hills of Knoxville, but I never once rode the bike. Now I live in need of one. 

I found the man who stole my bike. He was riding it a little up the street from where I reside. I watched and studied the man. A man like any other. A man all the same. A man with my bike. 


I waited for him to make one mistake and then I pounced. The man left the bike by a gas station as he went in, silly man. Whilst riding away I noticed that he had given chase.  It was on! 


The man was faster than I anticipated. As I crossed the bridge, near my house, I was more concentrated on the thief than the oncoming traffic. A mistake that will not soon be forgotten. The fall was sudden. While falling I couldn't stop thinking that maybe I just stole back the wrong bike.


Needless to say... I still need a bike.

Nor Stop the Peacock from Dancing

Here I write the words that tell the life of Jackson F. Blancett, from the events that happened to the ones that could've.

Like the day before and the day before that, I decided not to go in to work. The idea of delivering moon bounces was just not, shall I say, appealing. I wonder how long I can keep this up until my boss offers me a raise.

These summer days seem shorter than those of winter or fall. Fortunately, I have a way to offset that.

A friend asked a few months ago if I was interested in going to The Hangout Music Festival. He had rented a house on the beach and was inviting a lot of people. I, being of a sound mind, said "of course."

Music, dancing, activities that my grandparents would frown upon, and some that they wouldn't. Best time in my life. Do you remember when you were a child, and after a great vacation the drive home would seem to just fly by? Well my drive home from Gulf Shores seemed to take ten minutes.

I have never gone to place completely unknown to me and just gotten totally swept away by the sheer size and amount of people there. I got lost for two days, my friends and I knew where the house was, but I wanted to be on my own and experience new craziness. Mission accomplished. For the two days that I disappeared from my reality, I met new people and developed new relationships and habits. This was a time that I knew would define me, and I wanted it too.

If only I would have gone.

Nor Allow the Peacock to Fade.

I think that for the sake of my blog I give a brief statement at the beginning. I am thinking of just providing a one sentence statement that that allows the reader to understand that what they are about to read is fictional. Perhaps the same sentence before each blog, I want it to be catchy and something that yose guys can depend on. I will try some out for the next couple of posts, tell me what you think. Please. I beg you.

Nor Let the Peacock Blabber

I'm still trying to get the feel for how I want to keep up with this blog. This past blog was more of a taste of what's to come. I am trying to decide if I should write a brief prologue before each post to clarify what the post will contain. Any thoughts, ideas?

Nor Prevent the Peacock From Pouncing

I didn't wake up. I didn't go to work. I did not spend all day delivery Moon Bounces to children, wishing I was still in bed.

Once I finally woke up I noticed that I might have made a mistake, but that thought quickly dissipated. I realized that I could take this day and make fondue out of it, out of all of it. So I made pancakes.

At 4 p.m. my roommate arrived back from work, he works at the same establishment as I. My roommates name is Adam G. Wright, and he supposedly had some exciting news. The news was exciting. Party.

Will I go or will I stay at home and watch Game Of Thrones on HBO Ondemand? Neither. I'm going to work.

Work is going to be great.

Being responsible never has it's benefits.

Nor Let the Peacock Run Wild

I never understood the whole partying scene. I wish that I could. Maybe that is one of my number of problems that I should address.


The point of my blog is not to brag on my lavish lifestyle or show how macho my manliness is. I take what happened in real life and flip it. Take what is real and instead of writing that down I write what I wish I would have done. I will write from the perspective of my split personality, my Tyler Durden.

Nor Stop the Peacock From Playing

What happens if instead of doing the same mindless actions that you have molded your life around you step out and shake the babies carriage? Do it. Shake it up.