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    My life as it is and always shall be

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    Posted · Edited by Warachia

    There are some grammar errors MS word didnt really pick up on, so when I get the chance I will fix them later. (Dont have access to MSword on my computer)

    The following story is a one hundred percent true documentation of my life.

    MY LIFE AS IT IS AND ALWAYS SHALL BE.

    I started out in a small house in Kansas City. I was raised to be a store clerk and a part time waiter. But then an unexpected event took place that would alter my viewpoints and general thoughts on life itself. At the tender age of six I was kidnapped by the circus, the man who did the dirty deed was referred to as “Slick” he was given this name for an accident on his old job at a carnival when he was the Ferris wheel oilier. He was as gentle and kind as he was hard working and ruthless. I once saw him punch a customer who was as he called “robbing the show of its luster” that man shortly became the only father figure in my life. My job was to attract a crowd by dressing as the shows “drag queen” a job I found very humiliating. The circus consisted mostly of sideshows and freaks and it wasn’t just the audience we got from time to time, it was the very work ethic we had that made us what we where. “Entertain and strike fear” was the ethic for our kind but small circus. Slick always told me that the good foundation to any human or business is a strong will to continue and to never let failures get you down or discourage you. Those words have stuck with me as long as I can remember. Slick later died in a boating accident that was caused by a large bass that was said to be able to grant wishes to whoever was able to catch and defeat it in a duel to the death. His funeral was a small one, as he said in his will; his body was to be buried under his favorite maple tree in Nebraska. I told everyone else that I would take his body there myself and at the same time leave them all to a new life, I was eight years old. The journey was a harsh one, carrying Slick’s body with me was not an easy task and I was frequently riding buses to get to Nebraska. I eventually made it to his favorite maple tree. I buried him accordingly, said my piece, left flowers, and was on my way. For some reason I never cried when Slick died, I like to imagine it was his great wisdom that he had left for me and thus I became his successor.

    Days turned to weeks and that’s really all they did. I was falling in and out of jobs, being eight years old and trying to be a bartender was a hard lot to fill. And I guess I was not cut out for it. But there was one way to do it. I was to attend Bartending School for the summer. The first day was one I will never forget, the teacher walked in and just stood there with his large cane and frilly top hat. He looked over all of us students in the room over and over for five whole minutes, and then he said “All of you who disobey me need not worry about failing, you need to worry about something far worse!” One student was foolish to question him “What do we need to worry about from a weird bartender like you!” The teacher then flipped a lever next to him and the student fell down a trapdoor under him. “Now let that be a lesson!” He snarled to the remaining students. The bartender training was a harsh and painful one; many students would end up busting out of the classroom screaming from insanity. And every time that had happened the old bartender would just smile lightly and chuckle to himself. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, I was only eight years old attending a bartending school without any prior education of any kind. But somehow I made it to the final quiz, it was a harsh quiz. I had to mix the drinks all perfectly within the time limit or face the gator pit of failure! I mixed my eight year old heart out and just barely passed right next to two other students, one of them was already half insane and was only able to pass because of a mind over body thing. The failures where thrown into the gator pit never to be seen again. I earned my bartenders license and opened up a small British pub for awhile, until it was burned down by renegade bikers with a pyro asphyxiation each as crazy as the last ones. It was then I decided to join a theatre dance troupe, the dancers where all so fast that the floorboards under them would constantly collapse and they would lose two or three good dancers a week. I was there to help with stage props and lighting, I felt at one with them as they where the closest thing to a family I had besides the wandering circus that had kidnapped me. But once again tragedy struck! While performing a dance choreographed to the music of Queen, one dancer broke his ankle and the resulting noise from the music and the snapping of the ankle awoke the mighty Kraken! The demon of the sea was an angry one and immediately devoured the entire dance troupe and the audience all at once. And just like that I was alone again, all this happened on my ninth birthday. There was only one choice left; I had to begin my long life as a lonely hitchhiker and part time hobo. Hobo life was a tricky one and along the way I made friends with a talking cat named Jenkins. Or so I thought, it turned out I had inhaled some strange fumes from a nearby vent where I was sleeping in an alley. Somehow these fumes did not kill me in my sleep but instead gave me various strange hallucinogenic visions of many kinds. In these visions I talked with Jenkins and he revealed to me a thousand truths all at once. I later woke up in a ditch next to a youth group that praised some kind of messiah that was said to enjoy the pan flute genre of music; I knew where my next calling was. Jenkins had led me here to show me my true purpose in life; I would not let him down. The group called themselves the “Flutes of Salvation” and they would stay up late into the night and into the morning itself playing pan flute music and praising their beaver god with an eye patch and scarf. I had later found out that Slick himself had once led this youth group at one point; this did not come to me as a surprise at all for whatever reason. I had to tell them what had happened to their former leader. They all then vowed to get revenge on the fish that had more than likely taken the life of their former possibly insane leader. I volunteered to go with them.

    We left early in the morning; none of us had slept the night before. When we reached the mystic lake that was said to house the legendary fish we saw what seemed to be a boat graveyard. I and five others from the group went on a small rowboat to capture the demon fish and defeat it in a life or death duel. We drifted in the small lake for what seemed like hours playing countless games of twenty questions and listening to old pan flute music. When suddenly the fish appeared. We where taken off guard by the fact that he jumped straight on the small rowboat and stood upright on his tailfins. The fish instantly drew a rapier from his side and told us all to come at him at once. Sadly none of us had thought to bring any weapons or anything other than pan flutes. So we decided to use what we had, pan flutes. The battle was a fierce one, the pan flutes held against the fish’s rapier fairly well. But they were just pan flutes after all. And they eventually broke against the rapiers sharpness. We where out of weapons and out of resources at the moment. The fish was closing in on us with his rapier, until suddenly the rest of the youth group appeared on another boat and jumped on the deck with various weapons to battle the fish. This was well good and all but sadly we were still on a small rowboat. So the whole thing collapsed on us and everyone went underwater all at once. Sadly in my entire nine years of life no one had ever made the effort to teach me how to swim. So I was utterly doomed, I had lost track of the entire youth group and the fish. And before I knew it I was being sucked into a tunnel under the lake that led to parts unknown. The tunnel had sucked me in so quickly that I could barely make out the ancient cave carvings on the walls in the tunnel. I was shot out shortly after in what I assume was the Pacific Ocean. When I was sure I was going to drown to death at the hands of my inability to swim I was suddenly caught up in a net. The net pulled me up to a ship deck and I was dropped harshly on deck at the feet of a very tall man. The man had a peg leg on his right hand and a hook on his left leg. He also wore a very wide brimmed hat and a large bandana covered his forehead and eyebrows. He introduced himself as Jonathan Jimmy Jackson, and said he had a story to tell. He said he had been sailing around the world looking for the lost treasure of the pirates of the damned, which had eluded him for about twenty two years. I was offered a place on his ship in exchange for my help in finding the treasure. Even if this man was quite possibly insane in every sense of the word I decided to help him in his quest for the treasure. I had spent four of my best years on board of his ship looking for this treasure; we would constantly pull up old clothing or machine parts with the net looking for the treasure. Jonathan had apparently bought a treasure map from an old wine seller some thirty years back and had been looking for the treasure ever since. While we where on that ship with each other he had taught me the ways of the sea and the ocean life and I taught him the ways of the outside world and the wonders of actually bathing for once. Together we where each others greatest assessment. It was just a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday when something happened that I could never predict we found a large chest at the bottom of the sea. When we brought it on board it had three locks on it, one lock was a simple pad lock that could easily be broken the second was a lock that was already so old and rusty from being underwater for so long that it as well could easily be broken, but the final lock was an interesting one. It was a small talking skull that kept on just staring at us. We both stared back at it and the skull and ourselves had one long staring contest like thing. Finally the skull spoke “I be the talking skull of the treasure of the damned! If you can answer my three riddles then the treasure is al yours, but if you fail to answer my riddles correctly then well…” We didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter, we wanted the treasure and the talking skull wanted answers or maybe just someone to talk to, who knows. But we accepted his challenge.

    “Riddle one!” yelled the skull, “If the dog faces west, where does the tail point?” asked the skull. “Um, east?” answered Jonathan. “Correct!” exclaimed the skull. “What becomes wet as it dries?” questioned the skull. “A towel” I answered. “Indeed” laughed the skull. The final riddle was in front of us and we could almost taste the treasure in front of us, whatever it was. “Are you ready for the final riddle?” laughed the skull. We were ready, we were game, and we were there! “The person who makes it has no need for it. “The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?” asked the skull. We had no idea, we were clueless. “If you cannot solve the riddle within two minutes you will have to pay the penalty!” laughed the skull. We where running out of time and we couldn’t do anything about it.

    Or so we thought. Jonathan with all his knowledge of the world asked the skull one question. “Um, pass?” “NO!” yelled the skull. And because of that “I’m counting that as your guess” continued the skull. Just then the whole chest and the skull began to float in the air and was surrounded by a strange and intense purple light. I figured at that moment I was going to die. But all of a sudden something happened that me or the skull, I’m sure expected. Jonathan jumped in the air and kicked the chest, skull and all off of the ship and into the ocean. The skull screamed curse words on his entire trip from the side of the boat to the ocean. I was awe struck “Jonathan, why did you do that? You devoted your entire life to that treasure and now you just threw it all away.” I proclaimed. “Our safety was at risk and I couldn’t let that skull put an end to us. Let me tell you something; the years we have spent on this ship looking for that treasure where some of the greatest of my life, I’ve never before had a companion on this voyage.” I then knew that at that instant that I had learned everything from Jonathan that I could learn. And that is why I was led here by Jenkins, was to learn the value of companionship. I was ready to leave Jonathan now; he gave me a small boat and some provisions. And thus I bid him goodbye, I still sometimes wonder what he is doing with his life, if he is still looking for lost treasure or just living the adventure of the high seas. I drifted on the sea for some time, for a whole year I think it was. I had finally hit land. The place I had ended up was a small state called Washington, when I had docked the people there where all very surprised to see me: a fourteen year old on a small rowboat docked there. I sold the treasure that Jonathan had left me and got ready to start a normal life. From there I had drifted to a place called Puyallup and found a place to live. I soon after started Jr. High School and made some friends and had my experiences. From there on I have lived a normal somewhat less than exciting life; I’m currently seventeen years old going on eighteen. I attend an alternative High School that bores me day in and out. I have those who I care for and those I don’t. If someone was to ask me about the past experiences in my life and what I thought of them I would more than likely just respond with “meh”. And that’s it really there’s not much to tell, sometimes I look back on the life I had and the things I have learned from it. But I usually just turn on my mp3 player and ignore it because it really doesn’t interest me anymore. But I guess I will never forget the things I saw and the people I met along my early life. And I suppose in the end that’s what really matters, or so I have heard.

    THE END

    (Just post all the feedback in this topic, since I dont feel like making a topic for feedback)

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