Dear NSA: One More for My FileSubmitted by Chris Fricasseeski on Thu, 01/02/2014 - 20:47
As a stamp collector, I know how frustrating it can be to have a missing spot in one's collection. From my cellphone activity you know already that I have been at my dad's house for the past week, painting and cleaning my old room.
Well, I came across something which I wrote 27 years ago, in the pre-internet era. It is an original composition of mine which contains what may be revelatory clues to the inner workings of my mind.
For your approval I present to you 'The Hunt'. In the interest of historical accuracy I will reproduce it exactly, with spelling errors and the original punctuation. However, as it was typed in all-caps I will edit it to 'non-shouting' for easier readability.
Haay! Hyya! Hyya! Hyya! Aayua! Ooohh! He yelled. I think I hurt him. I said.
After I a beat him up I woke mom up and took his gun and hitailed it out of there.
When he woke up he found himself tied up in my room. Unfortunatly I didn t know that he had a knife. He cut throught the rope and escaped. He took our other car and tracked us down. When he found us he chased us throught two cities. We ran over fifty lights. Twenty-some were green. And he fired a lot of gunshots. Finnally, after three hours of wild goose chase, we lost them. And the hundreds of police that were chasing us.
When we were safe mom asked me "What was he chasing us for?" And I repoled "I'll give you a clue. It starts with D. It's very valuable, and it's the hardest substance on earth. "A, a diomond!" mom said. Yep. Aagh. Oh boy. Wake up mom.
Oh! Where is the diomond, now? I fed it to Frank. Huh! Oh. Good thinking. You meen that Mr. Alfonso Hawk Robed the bank? No. His people did. When we got home I stayed in the car pretending to drive. I was pretending that I was being chased by a crimanal, when at that moment the window broke, then dents started apearing in the door. "Oh boy," I thought "Next time it might be me! At that time I somehow managed to lose them. I had a dollar in my pocket from my birthday, so, I bought 87c worth of gas. Well I got 13c left over. And a neat mystery, thats bareley half over. And I get to drive my moms shot-up Pinto. Well, I guess theres no pla.... hey, the fair! Ya! The fair! who would look at the fair? When I got there I saw two men, they were the men who were chasing me! Of course, where else would you look for a nine year old boy.