Chapter 1 Buckley

Hi, I am Buckley,  I am should say that I am lucky as fuck to make it to year 20 in my God given life.   But really these for years sucked and sucked hard.  Just a saying that it was hell on earth.  I am an artist and photographer now who wishes to forget the past four fucking years.  Or at least fast-forward through them.

As you, if you knew me in real-life you would see I am.a Cornball and a complete dork.   I had to have my only friend Bradley to come and get me out of fights.   It's sucked. Like going to an an outdoor party In hottest day of the year i find that that was my life.....hot sticky and wanting to through a complete tantrum.

Let me tell you about my my life and how it was a series of unfortunate events like the book series......or was it was it were.

You see I was bullied for the better part of my life because I was a science nerd, especially astronomy.   That was my go to even though I was being bullied to death.

But hey there are worst things to bitch about or chose by doing drugs and stupid Alcohol.  That is not how you cope.  But then just not making any friends in the first place was a wise choice on my part.

I only knew Bradley since September and we had a lot in common except for the fact that he was into martial arts and obsessed with the samurai.   He was a fucking prankster which I loved about him.  But someone please tell him that this is high school not Tokugawa Japan.   But he was who he was.    He told me.....And I don't believe in this.   But that the samurai can but curses on people something I thought was bullshit.  Until one day in world history class the teacher talk about the samurai and the curses that they put on there peers or to other people.  That started to freak me out.  What was freaking me out at the time was the book It by Stephen King.    I loved the stand, really loved it.  But this one was a tattoo......it got under my skin.   And I could finish it until the fourth of February, my birthday.   Alot of things were getting under my skin.   This was the that my 16th birthday was coming up.

I did not care for it.

Bradley, my only friend, was the only one at this sleep over.   

There is something about his obsession with the samurai that freaked me out.  Then he brought of this movie....... KILL BILL VOL1.  If I remember, there were katanas in that movie.   This was going to be one long fucking night. But that wasn't the only issues. Bradley noted that I had one samurai warriors game for my ps2 and that then all broke lose.

After the move and the game, it seemed that he was either on too much coffee, or sugar.   Either way I was dealing with one hyper sin of a b.  

When it came time to go to bed, I saw what looked like a clown, with blood all over him.

Then my soon be ex  best friend was screaming Ieyasu Tokugawa leave me alone.

When I saw where he was pointing I saw sweet nothing. And was was perplexed by it.   

I also know that is was the age to get Schizophrenia or paranoid schizophrenia at age 16. It wasn't me but it was Brad that I was worried about.  His obsession with martial arts and the samurai.   The fucking fact that the was a samurai in my living room.  And that I was dealing with a possible psychotic friends as well as maniac  clown in the town was enough for me to stay up all night watching anime.   I was watching Wutch Hunter Robin.....was very conversal and pretty boring.

When I got ip to the safety of my room i saw that I was not alone my sister m, who was a tattle tale was sleeping n my bed.

She woke up and said, "buckleys still up." 

Waking the whole house.   

The next morning was going to be traumatic for me.     As I looked out the window where the psychotic clown was. I saw that there was blood and a red balloon. That said, we all float down here period also I have noted that my friend was setting off. The smoke alarm making breakfast as if nothing was going wrong at night period I found this very disturbing and I wanted him gone.

What was equally dramatic was the fact that my mother had given me sweet hell for getting in Staying up all night? How could you with the sights? I saw my friend going insane as well as this clown. That was around my living room window. It was crazy enough not to say that I was not crazy.

And I certainly wasn't when I saw her. She ended up looking and saw the red balloon with the word scribbled on it. She said who is this from? And I didn't know what to say.

This was gonna be a rough time for me. My 16th birthday and I was just the 1st day of my 16th year on the planet was gonna be harmful enough as it is mentally and emotionally. How could I see God for emotional distress for this?

But I couldn't do very much. All I know is I had to take a picture with my phone of the actual balloon. And that was it? I posted it on Facebook for everyone to see. And say what the hell was going on.

You should have seen some of the comments. I have dealt with on Facebook about the red balloon. You're crazy and others. Stupid comments were made nicer as well. There was the clown there was the blood but they didn't believe me and I lost whatever amount of friends I had except for Brad who was obviously unaware that he was being a pain in my ass.

When my mother drove Bradley home? That's when I noted that my tutor who is a girl came in. She looked like a the lady of Justice as far as I was concerned because I was so mad.  I told her everything I could tell her about the previous night and told her that it was the worst night of my life on Earth. My 16th birthday was tanked. And let me tell you, it's gonna get a lot worse.