Once there was a little boy named Johnny who lived in a house in the country with his daddy and mommy. One day, while Johnny was playing in the backyard with his toy trucks, one of the doors opened and a little man popped out...
That boy is dead.
But little Johnny's memories live on in the heart of a much older man. That man sits by himself in the dark and types, words flowing out from his fingers and across the glowing screen like the line from little Johnny's fishing pole. Through the old man, Johnny is still fishing, this time trying for the "big one,"- your attention.
I am the old man.
I am little Johnny.
And now, I have your attention.
