marco junior

The Rise of Giovanni

Santoria looked at her watch just as she finished her experiment. 7 o'clock? It was so late and yet she had worked straight through without any interruptions. She ran upstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the kids, it would have to be something quick and simple tonight. She rummaged the fridge and found some frozen pizzas, cheese for her and Marco, wiener for the children. How anybody could like a pizza with hot dog meat on it was beyond her comprehension but children had a way of liking things like that.

She placed the pizzas in the oven and began to set the table, she couldn't help but to think that something wasn't quite right, but before she could put her finger on it:

G: Mrs. Santoria, can I help?

S: Sure Giovanni, do you know where everything goes?

G: Yes, I've been paying special attention.

Marco Junior

I will start with this post, talking about the characters I have created. There is major distinction between the characters of my childhood and the ones from my adult life. For now I will only describe the latter, as they are far more deep and interesting.

The first character to be introduced is Marco Junior who, together with Giovanni (more on him later), is the most developed of my characters. Marco Junior (a.k.a. MJ) bubbled up in my mind in the late summer 2005, while my wife (then girlfriend) and I were attending college. It became an habit to scream each other "mi-mi-mi" with a very shallow voice. At first it was the tweet of a bird, or the siren horn of an emergency vehicle, but soon the "mi-mi-mi" sound became the first screamings of Marco Junior. What a good time!

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