Prologue
The sun was gathering,the wind had been chilly,the wildlife
not what was coming back in the middle of the winter.It had all started
long,long ago.Nicholis was a teenage boy entering a world of new
possibilities,but was not without a purpose or a probable cause and he would
experience just that as the years have
progressed.He had no recollection of what he was to go through at the time.It
was his destiny to find a purpose in his life.The life he was given not a
confusing twenty eight years,was the twenty eight years not the good grace of
the heavens and the gods that made his footing on the porch ark of his new home
he was currently living in a blessing to him and a clear one.Devoted,was his
log that he had kept of his entire experience as a noble-d-citizen of The
United States Of America,how are you?I am fine and thank you very much had
responded back to him.How is it a noble can fall a victor today?He had carried
his heart with all of his previously diseased brothers and he felt a bit of it
too,red,tom,rick,micheal,the jacksons and the rest he read of them in his
head,but was concerned someone was listening and was.
Difficult,it is the term he had used when deciphering to
himself on how to put his whole life into perspectable words.He knew the ride
on his peddle bike ,an unknown mountain climber with a brand he could not for
the life of him remember what it was,was his ticket to getting around the town
he had currently been living in,welcome to Effingshire and the sign had passed
his black winter china coat he had prior purchased at an American owned thrift
store called the Effingshire Thrift Shop.
Three stoplights had went by prior to a swift right hand
turn and he was back home. There were all kinds of things for him to learn and
his trips he had made back n forth to the local library were not his only
learning experiences,but they helped him alot. His life was not an easy one nor
is it for anyone these days. Life, is it not the same a day in and day out,in
his,it was.Were anyone before him living a simular life in his shoes?Which
there were and some had had it worse than he. Which is true, if you think about
it. He wanted to cry. With an good self support system along with methods he
had managed to continue throughout his day. Think of something besides sadness.
Something besides a meaningful death. A minute had turned to five and
eventually had became an hour. He had tried to not cry. Pull it together!
In a way, he like some others had a friend that wanted to
help him out now and again.
He himself had a troubled and puzzling life whispering to a
man that had walked by the porch on the sidewalk,alone,who had appealed nicely
and fitted the surroundings decently well if not better than himself. He
thought if he was not decent and normal and everyone else had appeared to be
then how is it he could not be like everyone else? And,he thought properly. He
knew his family would not want to pay for his life;s expenses,nor did he want
them to,he wanted the responsibility and he wanted his own family,but who has
Two Thousand Dollars in hard cash just sitting around these days to change
there name with? A contract they wanted him to fill out saying someone else was
his responsible, how dare such a thing ask that when he had been doing all in
his own power to pay off his debts,still leaves no excuse for torture or a
domestic approach against him,he thought so and others too as well.
But,why is it an attacker does not get punished when a
victor is made to look like the attacker toward the attacker?Because nine times
out of ten the victor ends up fighting back,not willingly,but is forced into a
corner with not much of a choice,in fear of his,there,and others safety. This
subject to most sychologists is a touchy situation and he knows it,though still
does not solve all of the thirty year old murder mysteries of victor;s who were
killed because they had alot of money,in other words broke or not anyone can
victor or fall victor of any situation. Victors fall in his catagory according
to his calculations the four out of five Americans that are deciphered
imperfect and need assistance by the food and drug administration,as said a
touchy subject.The courthouse was a nightmere when he had gotten arrested,yet
he was called names and then some for his noble crimes he had committed.
Nobody on the outside had the money to post his bale,but
apparently he was aware of that with his god given rightful, a one phone
call.What could he have done so wrong to get locked up?What?It was unfortunate
that he could not just simply ask a lawyer that question,but still had someone
who there job is to represent him.That
day.
Focus as you should,he could not keep his thoughts on his
own rights.Mind the questions,the defence rests and it is him with the ninety
day sentence.He knew it would be just after his ninety days that his history
would repeat itself and sure enough it did,again and again,no prison.Toward the
end he was let go and given a little taste of freedom. As if freedom was
torture,but was not the case,was much more than that,it was like kicking him in
the buttox. He had fantasized a whole lot of scenerios one including America
and the Mexican Cartels, he learned through his years that they are the biggest
threat to the United States Government,with this known what if they had defeated
the government and the blind fold was the war on terror,proven statistics of
politicians having involvement with street gang members,band players and bikers
fleeing into Africa all over the world news,bombings in random areas no where
near the war zone, broadcasting of a new kingdom instead of the old,hiim
figuring in his head seperating the castings over and over again,ending up with
the same two thousand and four conclusion where he was laying in his bed in his
room current 2015,but was not everything he figured niether,was just the
beginning. He had been doing his own , running a business and blogging to his
fan circles reguardless there thoughts were important to him as well as to
others.News,as boring as it seems to most,it had an astonishing way of getting
Americans aware of what is going on around them,telling simular stories for
years and is what steers the people away from it,on the contrary it should be
kept an eye on,not just to watch,but to keep aware that some news is
important.This is true,do not think it is not.How is it Nicholis had managed to
make it this far in life? His always doing the noble thing and paying attention
to the news had helped him along,yet his business and knowing some loops in the
system,today called capitalism,he had kept himself alive,but was not a know it
all either. Sometimes,he would find himself falling for love and family which
is not what it used to be years ago,which is also true,the truth being told.
Nicholis had went through his whole life of being lied to by his mother,being
trapped in domestic situations while his father and brother as well as sister
had called the law on him over and over again,had went to hospitals signing him
up for electroshock treatments using his name and information without his
knowing of it, had tricked him into contracts that would hurt him more than
doing him any good,yet it was a good thing he had found a friend that had got
him away from all of that,eddy was his name, a better situation than being
killed for not having the money to pay for some old medical bills and some cell
phone plans they had felt responsible for.Other than all of that life was going
ok for Nicholis.
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