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Name: Silas Freeman Age: 24 Gender: Male Occupation: Journalist (from South) Social Class: Middle Financial situation: In debt Appearance: Average height, beer belly, bald, nerdy Location: (show us on a map) Habitual locations: Anywhere possible. Call Oxford, Mississippi home Daily routine: Get up, coffee+smoke, go out and sniff up stories until night. Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Love the ladies and can woo them. Alcoholic Past/individual-family history: All long dead Family: 12 kids Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): Have several friends up in the the government and have good relationships with them. When I'm in their town, I stay at their place. Religion: Buddhist Education: Graduated from Harvard Portrait: (create or add your own picture)

I was in Boston when a rumor arose claiming that the Parliament taxed goods such as sugar and stamps. I overheard it from a crowd of well-dressed men who talked with fury, cursing the new law and the British government. I felt sick. These people knew about something that I, a journalist did not know about. I did not want to be fired so I hurried to find one of my friends who is quite well-known and active in the politics. John Adams is his name. He agreed to meet me to discuss the issue since he had a lot to say about it and wanted the press to cover it. Politically, it was a slap in the face because Parliament taxed us without hearing our piece, he said. We are British and live on British territory so therefore it is the same thing as living in Britain, **so we as free people have to say what we have to say before Parliament makes a move. However, they basically dismissed our presence and in essence regarded us as inferiors**. I've never seen my friend so angry. Of course I've seen him heated about government issues and really drunk, but I've never seen him so furious. His face was all red and he was sweating something mighty awful. When I finally came out after listening to his very passionate piece of mind, I went to a nearby tavern for some rum and to summarize my story. I thought about this whole deal on paying a large tax for sugar and such. I realized I'd hate to pay more for my beloved sugarbuns and felt a ting of hatred inside. As I sipped my rum, I realized I wouldn't be able to consume as much rum if they Parliament puts a tax on rum. This made me very mad. I saw John's point of view and realized the Parliament was really corrupt. I got down to writing my article, which ended up being quite long. I sent it to my newspaper down in Mississippi. The mail cost me 3 times what it'd normally cost me

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