Let the music crawl out of a tunnel and introduce the image. Start with 4 days in Vegas, or Wedding Crashing in Mexico, or Jet Setting out East. Leave the steady cam and go handheld for a rough-cut of shoes hitting 22k of trail, skates carving up the frozen pond, SnowShoes used for Free-Running. 
Heavy breathing clouding the winter air. If it isn’t Christmas, it’s New Years. If it isn’t the streets of DownTown, it’s the backwoods of K-Country. Get a shot of the guys getting ready. Queue up the blur of a Bachelor Party, the blur of a weekend road-trip, the blur of early mornings and fresh powder. Find fuzzy photos, 
find graining video. Kill the noise. Pause on some dude hugging his pillow. Then crank the alarm and let the music swell. Rolodex through Friends, Family, Dinners, Concerts, the Theatre, Nights Out, Days Off, the Big Games, the Big Day. Feel the stress of an exam, the exhaustion of OT at the office, the sweat of hard heavy work. You fight winter, it fights right back. Hold your breath on… Black screen for 1 second, 2 seconds. Blow up the senses! Celebration, high-five, a muted cheer in front of all speakers on full blast. Then cut to triumph. The pure triumph of victory, any victory, every victory. Muffle all sounds for library-quiet. And add Tag line. Product Shot. The End… Stop the curtain and come back for the encore: slow-mo on me firing a Beretta complete with real world gun-powder smell, and a smile. Great Time.You make a commercial like that and I’d buy that beer. Hell, I’ll drink to that right now, cause that’s my life.
So where’s it all been? All the coverage, all the bedlam? The Rhythm, the Rhyme? Why the silent blog? I can’t say it hasn’t hurt to be away, but my cry is a whimper lost in the suffering of Hi-Jacked!. No one wants the posts to return like he does. And it’s been a full time effort to keep him from bubbling up to the surface – I see and I do, but it’s he who fights for quotes and colour commentary.
Hi-Jacked! is wily too, very wily. He’s got the charm of a good mustache, the determination of Jack Bauer, and the clever wit of the latest iDevice, his only downfall is that he doesn’t actually exist – typical alter-ego problem, a true classic among the group therapy regulars…
Like I said, I’ve been busy. Along with sunburns and the creep of one’s hairline, the trouble I’ve found with Life is how difficult it is to press the pause button, let alone hold it down. Over the years I have harnessed the power of hidden time. There’s a talent to finding the quiet moments, those places of silence where rejuvenation mingles with reflection. It’s this all important interlude of hidden time that allows for true growth, but none of that’s possible unless the quiet moments are book ending adventure and exploration.
Queue my dilemma; when to write, when 'to write' is to pause? The Pause is when Hi-Jacked! thrives, when he spins his tales and discovers the meaning of the fallout. For the most part the balance that holds Action and Reenact(ion) in equilibrium feels natural and the blog writes itself, but every now and then, Life just gets too excited and does its own hijacking. This is when the option to create quiet space needs to be weighed against the reality of sacrificing the next chapter. The trouble with fun and excitement and life is that there actually is no pause button. I slammed right into a situation where without intermissions to suspend the escapades, I couldn’t step away without missing out. And ‘missing out’ is that multiple choice question they toss on the test to mess with your mind. It’s not an actual answer, it’s a doop. Never choose ‘missing out’. Never.
I’ve been busy, and I just wasn’t comfortable sidestepping any of it. And therefore, the suffering of Hi-Jacked! builds.
So what have I learned? Forget learning! There’s a time and a place, and it was neither then nor there. I leave the learning to Hi-Jacked!, me I do the living. But that was then and there, this is now and here… So without further ado, I present to you, the Return of Hi-Jacked!
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