One Day With Alex Jones

>Nine months ago

>Out of collage with a degree in journalism

>Yeah, I know, a degree in journalism

>Looking for jobs near my home in Austin, Texas

>Apply to various small newspapers

>Even The Statesman, the biggest newspaper in the city

>No go

>One day, I get an email from a girl named Mystee who says she works for the Genesis Communications Network and knows I've been looking for some sort of reporting/editorial job

>I answer yes, and schedule an interview at the given address for that coming Thursday

>That day, I get in my car and drive to the address

>But it's not an office

>It's a barbecue restaurant

>Stiles Switch BBQ, good place

>It's definitely the address

>Befuddled, i go in, tell the guy at the waiting desk I'm here for an interview with someone from GCN

>Oh, thank god you're here

>What?

>He leads me way, way back towards the opposite wall

>And there

>In a booth

>Is Alex jones

>I obviously know who Alex is, so I'm sort of freaking out

>He smiles, stands up, gives me a hug

>This dude hasn't even seen my resume

>"You ready to fight the good fight, bro?"

>I tell him I'm interested in working in Austin's journalistic community

>I try to stay far, far away from telling him I want to work for him or his BS site

>He orders us both brisket platters

>"You know, I think you've got the mug of an info warrior"

>I just sort of nod, sip on my Sprite

>He asks me all sorts of weird shit - if I've ever worked for the government, if I'm gay

>Every two-three questions, he fist bumps me

>"Let me tell you something, Jason, I do put one hundred and ten percent into this fight"

>My name's not Jason

>Finally, our meals get here

>"Thanks sweetie - we'll take that in a to-go container"

>I ask Alex where we're going - I'd imagine his main office, right?

>"I know you said you'd give your life for this fight"

>What?

>"So let me show you the true enemy"

>Alex asks if we can store the food in his car

>I tell him sure, but i don't have any way to keep it from spoiling

>He tells me there are perservatives on 'the front lines' to keep them edible

>Okay

>We start walking down the street

>And walking