The Shades of JP Weidemoyer

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Okay, so. Here we go. You have America (Club Yankee), Germany (Club Deutsche), Sweden (Club Swede), and Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen (Club Sands- since they’re all one-in-the same to us Americans anyway).

Right, so. Club Yankee is like the coolest fucking nightclub on the scene right now. People are lining up around the block to get in. They’ve heard about the party behind the doors that lie ahead. “Whoo! We’re so cool guys; everyone wants a piece of our ass. They want in on our drugs, sex, and rock-n’-roll.” But since building this reputation, Club Yankee is under new ownership. We decide to look at other clubs to compare orgies. Hmm, it seems like there is some trouble going on with members from Club Sands. A few of them got too high and started some shit over at Club Deutsche and Club Swede.

To prevent anything like this happening at Club Yankee, we put up a sign at our entrance reading “No one who is a member at Club Sands may enter!” But its okay, we’ll just assume that the rest of the members at Club Sands are assholes too. Now, Club Yankee’s line no longer stretches around the block. Party goers coming from Club Deutsche and Club Swede start wondering if the same thing will happen to them someday. They don’t stand with the “Club ban”. Not cool, man. They stop joining the line that once lined up around the block over at Club Yankee. The new owners at Club Yankee don’t care though. We’ve still got our drugs, sluts, and we’re still rocking with our cocks out. Fuck you; we’ll have the party without you! After months of this however, the orgies are starting to get a little stale with the same members over and over.

Okay, it looks like things have calmed down with members of Club Sands. Club Yankee decides to open their doors again to members from Club Sands. “Welcome back guys, it’s great to see you again! Wait, where is everyone?” “We’re all over at Club Deutsche and Club Swede. They recognized not all of us are assholes, and encouraged us to join their orgies instead. Your orgies look pretty stale now anyway. Thanks, but we’re good here.”

Meanwhile, Club Yankee is no longer the hottest club in town. We’ve become known for our stale orgies. We have plenty of assholes as members, yet the rest of Club Yankee is free to go club-hopping as they please. And as the orgies continue becoming further stale yet, it won’t be long before we start losing our core members to clubs like Club Deutsche, Club Swede, as well as Club Sands. If Club Yankee continues down this path, we’ll just be left fucking ourselves.

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I’m a father, musician, artist, writer, photographer, designer, and storyteller – among other things. I graduated from Central Columbia High School in 2006, and from Pennsylvania College of Technology in 2008. I’ve worked primarily as a CAD Design Technician since graduating, holding a couple of odd jobs in-between employment in my field of study. I’ve lived in just about every region of Pennsylvania, having grown up in Berwick, my secondary education held in Williamsport, and then moving for work back to Williamsport, then to Jersey Shore, to Lebanon, and finally to Cornwall, where I live in my home with my son, part-time. Feel free to reach me at jp (at) jpweidemoyer.com. Thanks, and be well.