Wow... My Blogg... Bad stuff... It took time and it took allot of convincing... But in the end... It finally happened *Farp!*...
So now that we are all here... Now what eh?... Well I suppose I will start my debut post with a story I have told most in this world... An event that must of occurred nearly over Five years ago... Boy to I remember the day... No... The hour well... (Based on a Non-True Story)
It all began around 1300 hours into a Wednesday Afternoon... I had been woken up quite early that day by my mother bear to do a few chores and mind the young female demon that was only four years old at the time.. Her name... My sister :|... However another event that occurred a few days earlier lead me to the location of Breck Road, Liverpool, United Kingdom at around 1300 hours... For only a few days ago I got my first ever Bank Account... Along with £160 from Anfield Comp to go with it from the weeks they missed due to me having no account in the first place...
Knowing that it was set up and full of hard cold green cash... I thought "Heh Heh Heh... Time to bring in that Green Juice..." I was well on my way to the bank... Deciding to walk rather then hitch a ride on a bus where I'd end up sitting next to some horrible dirty sweaty bum drunk as hell talking to the innocents about his horrid tales when they clearly want nothing to do with him (Its happened before and by hell it will happen again :|) So walking was the best option for this task at hand...
With my Granddad’s Old wallet (Which was passed down to my father bear who in turn passed it to me) in hand... I was well on my way to drawing out that lovely green minty smelling foul piece of paper known as Pound Sterling notes for the first time in my life... However... As soon as I reached the half way point of my travel...
Disaster...
It came in the form of a red haired seven-year-old child... The devil himself in some ways... But not quite... If you know what I mean *Farp!*...
Bear this in mind... The child was riding a scooter... (The Scooter was silver and had become very popular with the kids.... Everyone had one everywhere for an age... Parents always complained about them considering them as dangerous trying to find a way to get them banned... Only one accident ever occurred and that unfortunately was fatal... However the Silver Scooter was not to blame even tho it was at the scene... In the end the Scooter Died with its honour and remained alive until it nobly went out of fashion)...
This Child had his new Scooter and thought to himself what a great idea it would be to show it off to the world by riding it up and down break road and pestering noble civilians such as myself... So as you can tell this child began to circle me like a vulture ready to scavenge a dying Symba (Lion King... Great Movie) He road around making many jests to me about my origins and of my physical appearance making such remarks as...
"Fat Arse" "Big Nose" "Bastard" "Prick" and many more
At the time only one of these were true... I was a bit overweight yes and so my rear was slightly over enlarged... Never the less these words were unnecessary and very un gentleman like... However with my cheerful mood I did what I could to block out these vile insults and move on hoping the demon would tire of bothering me and move on... However my plan was meant to fail from the beginning...
Five Minutes with this child following me became an eternity... And I began to greatly grow tired of the same repeated words echoing in the back of my precious mind... Images filled within of his face riding a silver scooter shouting everything at me at the same time merging in with reality as he still insulted me...
"Shut up!!!... SHUT UP!!... You F*ckin Little b*stard w*n*er sh*t face you!... Shut up!!!"
I'd never expressed so much rage... And to unleash this rage... This... Power upon a child... Was completely unacceptable... However at the time I had a big smile on my face as he began to roar out in sorrow as tears filled his eyes... He finally began to flee getting the idea that he unleashed a demon he could not possibly compete with... However... that’s when the unspeakable occurred...
His Scooter whizzed along straight into the road as a huge demon of a truck raced along over the designated speed limit... It couldn't stop... Even if the monster wanted to it couldn't... I watched in terror at the mayhem I had caused... Despite popular belief... I watched as the half destroyed silver scooter landed before my very feet as the truck skidded by leaving a very clear blood trail of what was once a demon of a child.... I remember so well how I slowly dropped to my knees.. My vision becoming a blur as water begin to fill it up... I looked down and placed my hand on the broken scooter... And it was over...
*Looks away... After a few seconds then looks back*
It was to that day... that I thought.............................................