Early introduction to Jim

I forgot about the story I was writing until I discovered it again when transferring notes from old phone to new.  It'd be a shame not to slave over it, since I see most of it in retarded glory in my head, which is weird all by itself. Seeing a story in your head that ain't wrote yet.

The title of it is 'The Nonplussed' which means the completely clueless. The lost. The absolutely confused. That's us, the human race. It's a story about us. And me.

Here's the first few official paragraphs.
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     Sheriff Dempsey Witt was supposed to wake up dead on New Year's Day, but he didn't... he only woke up wishing he was dead, which was exactly the opposite of what he'd been going for.

     The night of December 31st, 2061 had been just another Saturday night for Dempsey - or Dem, as most folks knew him - and he'd celebrated the new year by doing what he always did on a Saturday night. He got stupid drunk on 190 proof double rectified moonshine and tried to kill himself. A weekly suicidal drinking binge had been his tradition for years, ever since he'd resigned his commission and been honorably discharged from the army. Over the past 20 or so years Dem had come close to punching his own clock on more than one occasion, but invariably he would wind up blacking out before actually getting down to the brass tacks of it... oh, and it didn't help that Sheriff Dempsey Witt of Podunk Country, Georgia, was also a hopelessly cheerful drunk, which only made for bad suicide vibes every time.

     The thing was, for as long as he could remember since his mid-twenties, when his mom had married his stepfather, all Dem had ever wanted to be was a soldier in the United States Army. It didn't even matter what branch of the army... driver, pilot, machine gunner, secret agent, thermonuclear planetbuster commander, starship trooper, latrine digger... whatever. His stepfather had been an army soldier, as had his stepfathers stepfather, and his stepfathers stepfathers stepfather before him... on and on in an unbroken line of stepfathers for almost a half dozen generations. It was more than a family lineage that Dem felt he represented, as the sole stepson out of three stepdaughters. It was a chain... a family chain, forged upon the hard, unforgiving promise of lifelong commitment, tempered with the memories of his own childhood saltwater tears, and held together forcibly by the cold-welded links of modern tradition.

     Dem had been inspired to join the army when he turned 26, after watching his stepfather slowly devolve into an intolerable asshole after a mishap involving a hand grenade juggling accident.