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Here you will find some sections of the book that I will give away. This is a good way for those of you to determine whether you like my writing or whether it's worth you money. I'll update this every week or as often as I am able. Enjoy!

Mesozoic Plaza

I remember watching television one night, sitting curled up in my living room couch. The lights were out and a commercial popped on. Robert turned the volume up.

“Shit man, have you seen this?” said Robert.

“No, what is it?”

“Jesus, you got to see this man, it's wild! People are in this arena and they're supposed to catch animals or something. Anyway, if they win, they get a bunch of money. You got to see what happens to them though. It's nuts!”

I stared blankly at the screen while a creepy disembodied voice lurched through words while images of skulls and dead bodies floated through the advertisement.

“When's the last time you kissed your mom,” the ad started. “Tonight, you're going to want to move back in with her because what you're about to see is going to terrify you.”

Suddenly, the screen flashed with a bright light. There were screams and a ripping sound filled the speakers. Everything stopped. The picture of a clawed body faded in and then faded back out. The voice spoke again. “They had the guts to go for the money…now their guts are all over the floor. Mesozoic Plaza, tonight at twelve thirty. Watch…if you dare.”

Robert turned to me with a grin on his face from pole to pole. “Shit man! Can you believe that? Wouldn't it be wild to get on that show?”

I thought briefly and said, “Well…I mean, jeez Rob, if these people are being killed in there, don't you think it's probably a bad idea to begin with?”

Robert looked at me and smiled, “Are you serious? Shit man, that's all just advertisement. Man, nothing happens on that show. See, here's the thing. That show makes so much money that they need some kind of secrecy. It's true people don't win very often but shit man, it's like this, no one loses. I mean, you're on television in front of everybody in the damn country. And anyway, it's not like anything actually happens in there.”

I looked around the room in boredom and said, “Okay, but what about that guy they showed who was all clawed up? I bet he's not partying right now.”

Robert laughed, “Oh come on man! That's the beauty of it. See, they have so many people on at one time that they need to keep things a secret. So, they pay the people that leave a bunch of hush money and they pay a few of them to pose for bloody scenes and pictures and stuff. Think about it, could it be that bad? It's not like they're killing people man. That would be pretty illegal don't you think? And anyway, they make so much money on their ratings that they can afford to do this. Shit, it's all a part of the American Dream man.”

Robert posed the question; I agreed to go with him. We would come to know the Mesozoic Plaza.


	Official Foster \| home About the Author \| Peek \| Poems, Writings, etc. \| Recommended Reading \| Recommended Links \| Contact & Ordering Peek Here you will find some sections of the book that I will give away. This is a good way for those of you to determine whether you like my writing or whether it's worth you money. I'll update this every week or as often as I am able. Enjoy! Mesozoic Plaza I remember watching television one night, sitting curled up in my living room couch. The lights were out and a commercial popped on. Robert turned the volume up. “Shit man, have you seen this?” said Robert. “No, what is it?” “Jesus, you got to see this man, it's wild! People are in this arena and they're supposed to catch animals or something. Anyway, if they win, they get a bunch of money. You got to see what happens to them though. It's nuts!” I stared blankly at the screen while a creepy disembodied voice lurched through words while images of skulls and dead bodies floated through the advertisement. “When's the last time you kissed your mom,” the ad started. “Tonight, you're going to want to move back in with her because what you're about to see is going to terrify you.” Suddenly, the screen flashed with a bright light. There were screams and a ripping sound filled the speakers. Everything stopped. The picture of a clawed body faded in and then faded back out. The voice spoke again. “They had the guts to go for the money…now their guts are all over the floor. Mesozoic Plaza, tonight at twelve thirty. Watch…if you dare.” Robert turned to me with a grin on his face from pole to pole. “Shit man! Can you believe that? Wouldn't it be wild to get on that show?” I thought briefly and said, “Well…I mean, jeez Rob, if these people are being killed in there, don't you think it's probably a bad idea to begin with?” Robert looked at me and smiled, “Are you serious? Shit man, that's all just advertisement. Man, nothing happens on that show. See, here's the thing. That show makes so much money that they need some kind of secrecy. It's true people don't win very often but shit man, it's like this, no one loses. I mean, you're on television in front of everybody in the damn country. And anyway, it's not like anything actually happens in there.” I looked around the room in boredom and said, “Okay, but what about that guy they showed who was all clawed up? I bet he's not partying right now.” Robert laughed, “Oh come on man! That's the beauty of it. See, they have so many people on at one time that they need to keep things a secret. So, they pay the people that leave a bunch of hush money and they pay a few of them to pose for bloody scenes and pictures and stuff. Think about it, could it be that bad? It's not like they're killing people man. That would be pretty illegal don't you think? And anyway, they make so much money on their ratings that they can afford to do this. Shit, it's all a part of the American Dream man.” Robert posed the question; I agreed to go with him. We would come to know the Mesozoic Plaza.