So you may ask yourself how did I become the Bones everyone knows today? Well, kid sit down next to Papa Bones and I will tell you my story. 

It all started one night it was any other day and I was out in the town. I recently purchased a red convertible and had it freshly washed. I was leaving a high-end establishment with a doll I recently met. I just had the feeling we would get along and she liked me since I gave off the bad boy vibe. On the way there we went over some bad stretch of road and I looked over to see a woman struggling by her car. Of course wanting to show off my mechanical skills, I pulled over and went over to help. I told her to wait for a moment, and I walked over. 

"Oh thank you, sir I don't know what's wrong with the old car. It was running fine this morning." The woman said and I opened the hood for her. I looked in and everything seemed to be working, no pipes missing or smoke coming out of it. I went to the back end and looked away for a second to have a pistol pressed against my back. I put my hands up as a man shuffled through my jacket grabbing my gun and my wallet. I turned around slowly with my hands still raised, "Now kid you don't want to do that, do you even know who you are fucking with." I looked at my assailant seeing sweat hit his brow, I placed him in his early twenties. The woman runs around and I realize I was duped. With the gun still pointed at me I moved out of the way as he pocketed my wallet and they entered the car leaving me in the smoke of the car. I rushed back jumped into the car and slamming on the gas. I pursued the vehicle as we continued to go faster and faster. 

Now only inches behind I slammed into their car, causing them to spin and hit a telephone pole. I walked out of the car holding a baseball bat and threw the man out of the car. I beat the man senseless on the ground with my bat and walked over to the woman. I threw her out and ordered them both to give them everything they had on them, including the gun they stole on me and I walked off. I got back in the car and the doll was clearly rattled. 

"Sorry doll those punks needed to be taught a lesson, I will take you back to your house don't worry." But as I drove off, I did not realize that this event would be the first step to my final breath........

We pulled up to her house about an hour later and I walked out opening the door for her. She walked clearly still not in the mood to talk and left not even looking over to me. She went inside and I got back into the convertible as I slammed my fists down on the dash. I turned the keys started the car and exited down the road. 

As I waited at one of the lights I looked behind me seeing a car which I saw about five blocks behind me, it looked like a four door black Ford. I took two rights in a row and I looked back still seeing it. I knew that my suspicions were correct now and I reached for my revolver keeping it close to me. Not paying attention I pulled to a dead end street and I saw as one of the windows rolled down as bullets flew out smashing my back window. I ducked as the bullets ringed inches above my head, I jumped out and used the car as cover. As soon as the firing ended for a second, I peeked over aiming at the closest thug and firing. The bullet connected as the man collapses on the concrete. I moved around the car and fired another shot which missed but gave me enough time to move to a parked car which provided me more cover. I heard as the car pulled off and it's tired screeched as it left down the street. I was relieved but as I looked at the convertible it had dozens of bullet holes as smoke poured out of the engine. I ran off concealing my Magnum revolver in my jacket and fled down a alley.

I looked over at a nearby street sign and releasing how far I was from my house. I knew there was a phone booth about a mile from here, but could I make it there? What if they were patrolling the streets looking for me? I had to take the risk and made my way down the street. I walked on the crosswalk at a brisk pace trying to blend into the crowd as best as I could. I rounded a corner and to my horror saw the four door Ford making it's way down the street. I ducked into the corner store and grabbed a newspaper from the stand to conceal my face. I put down the newspaper seeing them flyby me. I put the newspaper down and I grabbed a soda. I downed the soda like I have not drinked a ounce of water in days. I used the mirror to clean my face and left. I managed to make it to the phone booth and dialed the number to a local friend. 

"Pick up... PICK UP DAMN IT!" I slammed the phone down and left. I walked about five miles in the cold night air and made it back to my house. I quickly opened the door and locked it. I took of my shoes and changed, along with taking a shower. I breathed a sigh of relief wondering how I made it back alive. I thought of my next steps as I heard a ring at the door, thinking it was my friend he said he would come by the house. I walked over opening the door to a BANG.. I fell to the ground as the man walked over standing over me firing another shot and the world went completely black.