Hello, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jonathan Hall, and I am from New Orleans, LA. I'm new to writing in general, but I've been writing a long time. I say I'm new in a sense that I've never realized until this point that writing is such a passion to me. I enjoy the fact that I can take a string of words and put them together in such an order that seems to captivate the reader and want them to continue on. However, I have a very crude style of writing, often filled with obfuscated views and twisted moral. I've been called sick, I've been called sinister and I've been called absolutely brilliant. Then again, I've also been called the anti-christ, and a mad man. Aside from my style of writing, I'm a very solitary creature. I know a lot of people, but I tend to limit my interaction with them as much as possible. I enjoy my time to myself, which makes me often wonder how the hell I have maintained any of the relationships I've had, let alone the sex life of them. However, it takes time to really understand the way that I think and the type of logic that I use to determine what is going to come out of me next. I particularly enjoy taking a topic, and letting my imagination run wild with it. For instance, I've created this entire theory around the common cold and the flu. Every year, the strains get more and more resistant to our vaccines, and to no avail they continue to grow stronger each year. I have an interesting logic to that. I, personally, believe that the cold and the flu is such a nasty little virus, as is any other. Think about this, it's a horde of foreign cells invading your body and using it as a host for nutrition. They run around your body in search for new land in which to colonize, said land being red and white blood cells. And notice, I say in which to colonize, because they don't just simply get on to the blood cells and damage them. Oh, no. They're way too good for that. They like to get in them, and utilize the resources of them and replicate at a rate so fast that even a bullet couldn't keep up. Once they've finished using up all of the resources, and there's nothing left to take, they then move on to the next. It's a lot like sex, in a sense. Some people like to hit it, quit it, claim it theirs and then move on when there's nothing left to take. This theory in itself reminds me of an alien invasion in general, as far out in to left field as it may be. None the less, I believe that traits being similar to that of an alien invasion are really not the only reasons I have to support my theory for this. I also strongly believe that the aliens find it quite delectable when we run around sound like telephone operators due to snuffy noses. I also would not be surprised to find out that the Mars Martian Embassador owns a high percentage of stock shares in KleenEx and Charmin Ultra Puffs... Well, it could happen, I suppose. I also have a theory as to why bums are a crucial part of not only our economy, but our ecological system in general. However, perhaps we'll go to that topic at another time. None the less, I truly hope to enjoy myself on these forums and I am looking forward to meeting a lot of very interesting, talented and inspiring writers to help further my love and ambition for creating pieces of work that not only entrance my readers, but leave them with a bitter taste wondering what the hell I managed to get in to when I was a child. None the less, you'll either love me, or hate me. If you hate me, you're going to eventually love me, so let's skip the man in the middle, and just love me.