This is the journal of Ryan Wright.
Having just responded to one of those "fill this in" e-mails, I am a little testy. I feel that those e-mails dig way too personal into my life (do I sleep with a teddy bear?) and I am not always willing to give that information away. Besides who wants to answer what "their perfect girl/guy" is and what they look like? Having said this, here is my story of existance for the time I remember it.
I was born to a lower middle class family in Newark, NJ. Growing up, I was frequented by people who always wanted to give me a ride somewhere. They often offered candy and stuff like that. People sure are nice in Newark. My captive came in the night though, Richardo was his name. Apparently my father was an organized crime boss and there was a hit out on the family. Richardo made sure I was well fed and often talked about getting rich off me. I had no idea what he was talking about and I thought he had gone mad for saying that I could be worth money. Well the ransom never came, and I was growing on Richardo's nerves. On a last ditch effort to get some, what was that word he used...dough, he held a gun to my head and ordered me to beg for my life. I couldn't see the logic in this, because if he wanted dough there was a pizza place down the street called Rafi's Pie Den. Richardo was foiled by a low battery and the bluntness of a nightstick. A local police officer arrested Richardo, I hope all that "dough" came in handy. Then the bad news came, my family had given up hope on me and moved to Nigeria in hopes of starting the first self service Saffari Tour.
I was bartered for a carrot and some sewing thread to a local swimming pool cleaner in Bullfrog, AZ after I had hitchhiked there from New Jersey. These people made sure I was also well fed and started to educate me. I thought that was too weird and I ditched out on them a few days later saying that a call had some in about a pool around the US/Mexico border. I took $20 and headed north. I eventually came to rest in a strange town called Monte Vista, CO. The day I arrived it was so frigid that I saw a brilliant white light and started to get tunnel vision. A local woman saw me wandering aimlessly through the streets and decided that she would take care of me.
I guess I could say I owe everything to this woman. She made sure I was educated and she sure is a clever one, she didn't fall for the pool call on the border thing, instead I was confined to a dark closet for three days until I had calmed down. I graduated high school and headed to the University of Northern Colorado is Greeley. Nothing happened, so I moved two semesters later to Western State College in Gunnison. A lot and nothing happened there so I was forced by the local woman to attend the hellish Adams State College in Alamosa. I plan on going back to Gunnison after I convince the local woman that she has a long lost relative near the US/Canada border.
Toodles
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