Today’s Tell Me One Thing… feature guest is Jackson Cavanaugh, from the novel Thalo Blue by Jason McIntyre. For those who are new around here, this is a regular Wednesday feature in which I ask my guest to Tell me one thing about yourself that is… Each guest receives 10 descriptive words, all beginning with the same letter. Oh, and my guests are characters from novels. But, trust me, they each have personalities all their own!
Today’s letter is ‘D’. Let’s see what kind of trouble Jackson Cavanaugh can get into:
Well, ahoy, kids and girl scouts, I’m Jackson Cavanaugh. My bud, Zeb Redfield calls me Jackie-O even though I don’t wear the pastel shades of polyester or the big round shades. We’ve known each other for quite a few years now, Zeb and me. Go way back. I probably know all his secrets. But I’m not tellin’.
So, you wanna dig on some personal deets about the J-man? Listen up then, cuz I’ve got places ta be, ya see. And I don’t like repeating m’self. Dig?
Tell me one thing about you that is:
My grin. Caeli always used to tell me that I had a “Cheshire Cat” grin, like I’d just swallowed a large bird after telling him I’d watch is eggs. Got the eggs too, she’d say and then giggle. I always liked that Caels.
Despite my 51% average across the board, in my senior year at York University, I am the richest graduate of their distinguished business program. That’s diligence, baybee.
This should count for two points, since I’ve never been found out — and it was effin’ coo-ell. When I was thirteen, I absconded with photos of Zeb’s mom. She was a total babe back in the day, y’know. I took them from Zeb’s dad’s place and got colour photo copies to keep as my own, then returned the originals. I never told him that. You better not either. If you know what’s good for you.
I don’t like going out. I’d rather stay in. I know, I know. Zeb and Caels both think I’m this big ladies man. And I will admit, I love the girls. They give me such sweet, sweet attention. But I’d rather find that one perfect gal, stay in with her on the couch and watch “Shawshank Redemption” or something.
My friendship with Zeb is the most definite thing in my life. We’ve had our ups and downs but he knows he can count on me. Even when we’re ten thousand miles apart (like right now) and haven’t spoken in years (like right now). He is the most steady, definite thing in the world of old Jackie-O Cavanaugh, The Prince of Cheese.
I have a mole in the small of my back shaped, coincidentally enough, like Salman Rushdie. He’s an author that Zeb likes. That Zeb, he gets out his Rushdie books at house parties and coffee shops, then quotes them — like anybody listening has an effin’ clue what he’s talkin’ bout or who the frig Salman Rushdie is. It doesn’t get him laid, though. I tell Zeb to put his books away and start buying drinks but he never listens.
I was the model for the little boy on packaging for a line of soft, spreadable cheese products my family introduced in the early eighties. It was the “Prince” brand from the Cavanaugh Cheese plant. The name stuck. The dazzling part was that the Prince brand had gold flecks embossed on the crown perched on the head of the little bare-bottomed boy on the package. Cavanaugh Cheese has since discontinued the “Prince” brand and I’m bloody thankful of that.
Doubtless? People in my undergrad classes would say this is more of the patented “Jackie-O Jack-EGO” talking but…well…there is absolutely nothing doubtless about me. Nothing. Mark it down, kids.
I’m an incredible driver but I disobey the rules of the road like a son of a bitch. It took me seventeen times but I finally passed my driver’s exam. Not cool to be “The Prince of Cheese” on the bus at Seventh and Yonge Street. Not cool at all.
You will never find a better friend than me. Despite my foibles, my blowups, the fact that I might disappear into the back room with a beautiful gal on my arm, I will never let you down if you’re one of my tribe. Once, Sebastion knew that. I hope, somewhere, somehow, he still does.
Some of you might not have met Jackson’s author, the multi-talented Jason McIntyre. Here’s a brief introduction:
Jason has figured out a way to harness kinetic energy, then release it onto the pages of the books he writes. He does this with such ease that the world is convinced his characters are real people trapped and forever sealed within the confines of the pages. Readers should proceed with caution. Occasionally these characters seep into your mind and take up residence.
For the authorized biography and information on Jason’s writing, you can go to his website: www.thefarthestreaches.com
Here are Jason’s books on Kindle:
You can also find his books in multiple ebook formats on Smashwords:
And you’ll find two free short stories there as well:
I hope you’ll take a look at Jason’s work. He’s got a captivating writing style that will keep you coming back for more.
In the meantime, we’d love to hear from you. Feel free to share you thoughts, questions, and your love for authors with smoldering blue eyes.
Today’s post was brought to you by the letter ‘D’.
Thanks for reading!