Jodar felt lost, like tattered shadows in

Jodar felt lost, like tattered shadows in a blizzard. To find himself he knew he must leave the whirling infoclutter that formed the trivial fabric of his life. At 5:00 AM on a day

Jodar would wander the digital wasteland, & he was saddened that it was not like Digimon. At least that had dinosaurs. This place was emptier than a eunuch's briefs, or the skull

candy ear buds value. Any how, Jodar met Hodor.

It was love at first sight -- only it wasn't, as they had met in a previous life. It was ca. '85, and Jodar and Hodor drank beer and listened to Zen Arcade with Tom Frank beneath

The lights of new york city. They were just out of college, looking for jobs at the time and feeling lost. Jodar and Hodor both went to Binyon's for their famous turtle soup.

They slurped up the broth with turtles floating belly up but didn't know what to do with the turtles. "You think is like with Lobster?" Hodor asked Jodar. Then Miss Wong came to

the table. "No, see- this is what you do," and she cracked the turtle shells and the naked turtles tumbled out into the now empty soup bowls. Hodar and Jodar shuddered audibly.

Lodar slapped Mitchell & told him he had disgraced his shell. He pointed him out to May O'Malley as she shook out their shells to collect their trinkets. Hodar & Jodar collected Mi

chaeil Jackson's sequined glove & moon-walked all the way back to where they came from.

They’d gone a mile when a jutting rock caught a moonwalking heel and sent them tumbling in a heap. Concern reigned as they all sang at once, “Annie are you OK, are you OK Annie?"