Bland Book

By AC Grindl

Having just had a beautiful holiday of 2018, missing Levi’s second Christmas and finishing the eighth edition of Milla de Oro Magazine that went over well, AC went back to Colombia. Levi was the dog AC had paid for with his bitcoin earnings from letting his friend, Kelly use his Starcard. AC began to write his book getting wrapped up in th

• Language: English
• Publisher: AC Grindl
• Release date: Feb 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781792333453

AC Grindl

About Author AC Grindl designed the sports section of the yearbook in high school, The Marksmen and university, The Rotunda in Dallas. He then went on to acquire ads for Tomorrow magazine and become Chief Editor of Tianjin Today and Jin Magazine in Tianjin, China. At SIP he helped make the company newsletter and at Sante Fe Relocations made company presentations before being responsible for master's course material at Glory English. Moving to Colombia, AC picked up his passion for websites and created Milladeoromagazine.com where the real passion in recovery is demonstrated and comes out in this book. Along with all the social media across YouTube, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Google Guides; AC can always be found at ac_grindl across those channels.

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THIS DOCUMENT IS THE PROPERTY OF AC GRINDL, COPYRIGHT 2020,

AND MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED OR USED WITHOUT PERMISSION

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The author in recovery tries to lead people down the path with Google and Facebook as a legitimate way of sourcing income by creating books or writing other publications. Taking in all kinds of sources of entertainment and news, one must be responsible to reciprocate your consumption and to show that you have digested the information. Bland Book does just that and shows that his writing is indeed a real growth opportunity for those that are readers, advertisers, people that walk the walk and those that talk the talk.

AC Grindl designed the sports section of the yearbook in high school, The Marksmen and university, The Rotunda in Dallas. He then went on to acquire ads for Tomorrow magazine and become Chief Editor of Tianjin Today and Jin Magazine in Tianjin, China. At SIP he helped make the company newsletter and at Sante Fe Relocations made company presentations before being responsible for master’s course material at Glory English.

Moving to Colombia, AC picked up his passion for websites and created Milladeoromagazine.com where the real passion in recovery is demonstrated and comes out in this book. Along with all the social media across YouTube, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Google Guides; AC can always be found at ac_grindl across those channels.

CONTENTS

Foreward

April

May

June

Possibly Normal

July

August

September

October

November

December

Epilogue

FOREWARD

Having just had a beautiful holiday of 2018, missing Levi’s second Christmas and finishing the eighth edition of Milla de Oro Magazine that went over well, AC went back to Colombia. Levi was the dog AC had paid for with his bitcoin earnings from letting his friend, Kelly use his Starcard. AC began to write his book getting wrapped up in the themes he was trying to express in his magazine with AI and the surveillance commercialism. He began to believe that people in Colombia were out to take his photos and his literature. At the end of writing this book he was surprised to find out that some people in Colombia had read his book and even though he had tried his best to keep the entire writing process top-secret, the book got out of his hands somehow. If there is a safe in Colombia, they will crack the door open.

Upon finishing the book and saying so many absurd things that at sometimes were indeed awful, AC thinking that would sell well, Jeimmy was determined to get him out of the house and on the road to sales. He left for the States with high hopes only to find himself an absolute unknown in all communities. Facebook would not allow him to advertise in his new territories and AC wouldn’t raise his voice in the neighborhood like he had done several times before shouting over the rooftops. It seemed everyone played a deaf ear, but the intensity of AC’s presence was deafening.

AC ran around, going ahead and publishing his ninth edition of his magazine to find it not read, losing his readership in Colombia and losing his grip with his wife. Thinking his stuff was still disappearing, like his memories. AC did not write a memoir in his Words Will Never hurt Me, but a train of thought. Many details about China and college at SMU were left out, even the beginning of the relationship with Jeimmy had been lost at the hands of Apple. AC’s recovery was not going well. He found a lot of people in Dallas to be over affectionate men that he did not want and the continued prey by woman that he did not want to succumb to, having the fear of losing what already could not be lost in his mind, and that was everything even more his wife.

Returning to Colombia on a hunch that Jeimmy might want to have a baby with him at one lone chance on their seventh kissing anniversary on 7/7 she exclaimed that AC was molesting her integrity of a woman to make her own decisions. He was kicked out for good this time, having made no real effort with his book, finding no publisher and no agent to take his Higher Power from a sanitarium seriously. AC returned to Dallas to try on his own and he got a few more readers to finally self-publish near the end of the year with IngramSpark.

Hanging on to what little friendships he had from years ago, no one knowing of him since he deleted his Facebook account in China after meeting Jeimmy and starting a new one in Colombia where he only did it professionally. AC did not want to have sex, knowing it would end his relationship with his wife who was already at a great distance and not talking to him through much of the year up until Thanksgiving when AC finally released his first book. This book is about that struggle and the turmoil of thinking his words are wasted into the abyss of spies as he writes them that was brought on through the writing of Words Will Never hurt Me and only later into 2020 alleviated in his efforts to be published with an agent, Matt Bialer. It’s an account provided by Google Maps and then detailed by AC’s own experience.

April

After writing on the airplane from Bogotá to Ft. Lauderdale AC realized he had not written in all capital letters when he had gotten on the plane to Dallas. Two things had occurred to him while reading the many books he had picked up on his kindle during the flight. It’s as if many people have written stories that are fiction around themselves using real life occurrences and put false names to the people. When they are writing the book, every character in the book travels around their reality and all the things people do within the actual writer’s life, no matter who the people may be, turn out to be actions taken by the characters. The story is adapted to use real life people and what they do and transform them into the characters of the book.

After having stayed at the Ramada outside the airport in Florida, AC had just enough time to wake up, take a shower put on his clothes, repack his bag and get downstairs to the front desk for his five o´clock shuttle to the airport. He did not know if he would have enough time to check his bag again and get through customs. AC managed to recheck his bag with the nice young lady from Spirit and get his seat from her confirmed. He went on his way through the airport. Customs was no big deal, but they did have to open his carry on to check it. When they saw his books, they let him be.

AC bought a coffee and water for seven dollars at the café inside the airport. He then discovered that he truly had been hacked by an email hacker and that his emails needed to be managed by Bluehost. AC tried to send out some emails to Bluehost, but the password wasn’t working. He was having a very difficult time maintaining a signal in the airport and with his unlimited Wi-Fi hotspot from AT&T. He got on the plane and turned his phones off. The journey had stewardesses that were gay men. AC had his coffee and refilled it three times. He knew the journey was up to three hours but somehow it took two and his watch set itself.

When AC got to the airport, he easily left the terminal and went to the baggage claim. He called his mom and told her where he thought they were. They parked the car and as they did, AC called them back and restated where he was as they needed to move the car again for his new directions. The carousel never started until after Diana had come in to say hello and his dad came to shake his hand and wheel off his carry on to the car to wait for them. Finally, his bag came on the carousel and his mother told him, AC had packed a lot.

His parents had no idea how long AC was planning on staying. He said that he would be there for a while and that he wanted to publish his book. They did not know what that entailed so they kept pushing that AC would be leaving soon. AC showed them his coffee cup that he had unpacked before helping his dad cut up a large tree that had fallen on Wednesday and they both thought it was the best coffee cup anybody had ever seen. It was his Qoo coffee cup. Diana with her new iPhone 8 and was able to tag it with her new Nfc reader. That seemed to calm the situation about him staying. And no, his parents have not read his book through and through.

Kelly Smith was able to put him in contact with a new lead to have his book published. AC would call this lady Tuesday. It is stated that she wants a percentage and he´s not sure what that means. AC would liked to have met her as well on Thursday of the next week on April 18th if that was possible.

AC sent a copy of this to his wife in Colombia at his home Finca el Descanso. He did not know when she will receive it, but AC knew she will eventually get it. He did not believe it had to make the same journey he did in the airplane and should be much easier by mail. In all regards, AC wished this letter well and he hoped he would have a few more words to tell her that will demonstrate the pleasures of travel he was having. He did not have his days planned but things seemed to be working out nicely and speediest, so AC was glad for that.

Since the mafia night with Bid40 in McKinney and Queen as the showcase movie, AC traveled not so much. McKinney is about the furthest AC ever had to go in Dallas, and it took almost an hour to get there. AC got to lake Texoma in an hour on highway 75. So, it was a shock to hardly leave the urban city traveling an hour’s distance from home. It was fifty minutes on the Tollway, and it didn’t seem to take that long until AC was near the intercity neighborhood that seemed to go on and on for some ways. He even got out to smoke a cigarette as he thought he was going to be there in plenty of time. Rather AC still needed ten minutes to get there to his surprise.

The family travelled together to church for Easter in mom’s Mercedes. That was pleasant and they left as the bells were still ringing hearing barely if they rang at all. They parked almost in the first half block away from Uptown, just off the sign for parking away from the church.

AC went to Whiskey and Milk again in dad’s truck and out afterwards to Village Burger Bar on the north side of Jesuit in the parking lot to the east after the small light before the Tollway entrance.

AC made a trip to the post office again, this time at the NWHWY and Hillcrest area behind the strip mall, he bought a lot of stamps for $10.35 cents. He gave the woman his fifteen dollars, wanting to give her a twenty and she had no ones. So, he had to go out and get 35 cents from the truck he had been using from his dad, each time asking permission, and luckily, found exactly that. AC went back in not knowing if he had lost his ten dollars and gave the lady the 35 cents, she took it and gave him his receipt without him having to pull out his wallet. The radio then played a song about seeing yourself when you go to hell and have wasted away and died off the deep end.

On the same trip AC went to the Preston Center FedEx to get his book bound. The very tall, very skinny employee asked him what his book was about after stating he didn’t have a chance to read all of it in the time it took him to bind it, and AC told him it was about not accepting slavery from advertising payouts. Looking at him in his position as a servient worker who works as hard as one possibly can with as much cheer and spirit for the mark you represent in the colors, the store cameras dress him into the picture. AC left trying to find the easy back street behind Preston center that takes you to Douglas, AC missed it and had to wind through the buildings on the south east part to get to the road he was thinking of that has a light. This is so he could make a left on NWHWY to easily come back to the house.

That same week AC made his second trip to FedEx, the Lovers Lane location across from Angela’s and had his third copy bound quickly and easily as he did not need the pages cut this time. AC had made a trip to the library where he got free parking and did some research on how to present books to agents and publishers, and they need them on 8.5x11 double spaced. So, with the first one that way, and the copy AC had produced at Preston Center, AC now had two copies the same way, except the later one was on much higher quality paper. It’s thicker and more resilient, for someone special.

AC dropped that first copy off at the office of Holt, who is a professional photographer with a grand studio/office and it only took him ten minutes to get there, just before five o´clock with seven minutes to spare as AC took his time getting out of the car and obeying the speed limit to get there. AC calculated the printing of the edited 15 pages he had made from Fran’s suggestions just in time to grab the keys and head over there, knowing it would take some time from looking at google maps before even beginning to start on the edits. As AC began to do the edits, he messaged Holt and gave him 45 minutes to come see him before five. When AC had responded to his request and told him what time he would be there; knowing how long it took to drive there, AC had to edit quickly. He did not know that Fran’s edits and his edits would take him so long to correct. But after the first ten pages, the edits from Fran began to make things freer so the book could take advice for understanding. Two nights ago, his mom went to a function and his dad and AC were left to get dinner for themselves. They had decided on burgers the night before. AC finished his magazine sufficiently to get off the phone with Jeimmy, where they had started talking about four thirty and it was indeed time for dinner at seven.

AC knocked and went into the sitting room where, Tony stated he wanted to go to Aldi. Before he got up AC put in the order for their burgers on the Caviar app that was linked to the Metro Burger website. As they did not have an option to tell them a time to when we would be there to pick it up, AC left the screen on hold in his app gallery.

His dad needed a minute to get his things together to go to Aldi, so AC had a cigarette with the keys in the door. They left and first went to the Sam’s gas station on Mockingbird and NWHWY. There was slave like people coming in the backdoor to the gigantic megastore looking over us at the filling station as if this was their basement, many of them were uninsured in their appearance. As they left, Tony and AC talked about why the NRA was speaking up because of the North Advertising Agency and AC noted that the NRA puts out horrible media, as they drove by small apartments. Tony then said he once held the bank account access to North’s 125 million dollars, when they finally stopped outside of Aldi.

AC had a cigarette in front of Aldi and noticed that people really do have their dreams come true in America as migrants. It made him hopeful. Even the white basket lady pushing her own cart was above the notch of living style of that in other parts of the world. AC went in and the store and it was much like three of the low-priced leaders in Cajicá combined. AC grabbed some mangos; they were a special kind of mango that Colombia had just advertised to him and then AC thought