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| Histroy of The_Falcon | Started by: The_Falcon on Aug 22, '08 03:28 |
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(OOC: Please don't stop reading this because of the spelling and grammatical errors in the beginning of the story, as my age progresses it gets better) Aug 06, '1928 Mommy gave me a diary today and has been telling me to right down improtant stuf that happens to me. i think this is stupid diaries are for gurls. Oct 25, '1930 Today is my sevententh birthday. I was looking around for my birthday presents when I stumbled upon this again. I don't know why, but I felt compeled to write in it. Alot has happened since my last entry. My father left my mother to find work in the east. We used to be pretty well off, we could afford things that most people couldnt, and were always happy. Well about a year ago, dad came home in tears. He wouldn't tell me why, but thats becuase he was a coward. He couldn't look me in the eye and tell me the truth. I could see things in him that I never saw before. Maybe he could sense it? I don't know but that was the last time I saw him. Mom said he head east to look for work, but that didn't matter to me. Ever since then we have struggled to make ends meet. We can hardly afford dinner each night, and I would have been suprized to find presents tonight. But I didn't. I found this diary and decided to give it another shot. Woo Hoo! Happy fuckin 17th birthday right? Jun 05, '1935 Today was the hardest day of my life. I am now 21 years old, and have just left home. Well, not voluntary. My mother kicked me out. She just can't afford to feed me. I could see it in her eyes before she even told me. She tried so hard to keep the tears back, but it was to no avail. I grabbed everything of mine that I could find and hit the road. Right now I'm about 100 miles away from home. I jumped on a train and have been riding it since. I don't know where I'm going, but it feels nice to be in this traincar... Sept 16, '1940 As I look back on my last entries I can see how much I've grown. I am now 28 years old and am now in Germany. I was drafted into the army, and shipped onto the front lines a few months ago. I wouldn't have came, but I had choice. In 1938 I was desperate for money, so desperate that I robbed a few banks. I was livin pretty large for awhile, but then police found me. I was sentenced to 10 years in jail. After 2 years I was drafted. I was told that I would be pardoned of my crimes if I spent 4 years in the army. It wasn't like I had the choice, I had to do it. So now I'm sitting here writing in this little book, eating a bowl of rat stew. I can't say it's the worst that I've ever eaten, so for now it will be okay. Today is the first break I've gotten since I've been here. I really wish I wasn't here. I have seen things that no man would ever want to see. Aug 28, '1943 Man it's cold out here. I don't know if I can take it. I have ran away from my squadron and am on a danish fishing boat headed to neutral Sweden, where I can get on a boat back to the united states. Denmark is in hell right now, there are battles everywhere. Anywhere you go you can here the sounds or planes and artillery. Even to a man as old as me, it's terrifying. I need to get some sleep, for tomorrow I have to work off my debt to these fishermen. Aug 21, '1945 Once again it has been at least two years since I have opened this ratty book. Now I am in a completely different spot then the last time I wrote. I am now in jail. I was caught robbing a 7-11 and was sentenced to another 10 years in jail. On top of that I received an additional 15 years for leaving the military. I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, but I think I would rather die then spend the next 15 years of my life in this shithole. Aug 22, '1945 Today has been the best day of my life. I was sitting in jail when a hole was blasted in my cell wall. Someone broke me out! I'm not sure who it was, and I still believe that he got the wrong cell by accident, but whatever the reason was, I am now out of jail. I was walking around the streets in those dingy clothes looking for a place to sleep and few scraps to eat when I met her. She was wearing a very, very expensive suit. I didn't mean to stare at her, but I couldn't imagine how it would feel to be her. Before I could look away a man grabbed me from behind. They dragged me up to the women and asked her what they should do with me. She wasn't rude like I had thought she would be, in fact she was quite nice. She asked me a few questions and I told her about my life. Within minutes I was doing odd jobs for her. Today is my birthday, the day I have been reborn. The first day of the rest of my life. [Part II coming soon to a theater near you!] |
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| Falcon, you are a miracle. Only you could age 7 years in 5. | |
| Reply by: Darth_Vader at Aug 22, '08 03:39 | |
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Not to mention that he ended his writings at the age of 33 and it does not say one thing about him ever losing his virginity. Although he did spend alot of time in prison. Hmmmmm... |
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| Reply by: FlyingPig at Aug 22, '08 05:00 | |
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| Hmm thats is a very good point FlyingPig. I totally missed that, I wonder if he enjoyed it as much as bubba. | |
| Reply by: Darth_Vader at Aug 22, '08 05:13 | |
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PART II Jan 09, '1936 Today is a day that I will wish to never look back upon. I met a girl today, and sadly to say, I hope to never meet her again. She was a devilish women, one who wickeder then the devil himself. She wouldn't take no for an answer, and all 300 pounds of her took control of me. I'm not sure what I'm going to do now, for she kept me insider when it was time to blow. That fucking pig. GOD I HATE HER. In 9 months time, the spawn of satan will be born, and I will not be around to see it. |
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| Reply by: The_Falcon at Aug 22, '08 10:33 | |
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*Listens to Falcons, story and shakes his head.* I happen to have one very important question for you Falcon. *Shudders at the thought, of a 300 pound woman.Being how short he himself happens to be. and always fearing of being stepped on or even crushed by a much larger person.* Which direction was this woman last seen.. so I can prehaps head the other direction? |
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| Reply by: Shorty_Rocky at Aug 22, '08 11:39 | |
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listens to Falcon wow bro your in for it now |
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| Reply by: Smokeytheduck at Aug 24, '08 21:26 | |
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| Falcon can you name the child after me? | |
| Reply by: Chaos at Aug 25, '08 11:10 | |
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Listens to the history of The_Flacon very interesting and I hope you get a boy! |
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| Reply by: OmegaRed at Aug 26, '08 18:13 | |
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