Fist, an update on the Lost Boy.
Some people have asked and I think it’s great that people are following along and reading this blog. The boy who’d been lost had returned home after the 3 day long party. Yes, he got sucked in to going to a party. That night the boy, Diego, made all the kids (all younger than him) take out their batteries and sim cards and the boy’s parents destroyed those items. The following morning when the police went to Diego’s house to ask about the boy, the parents refused to allow the police in due to no warrant. There were a lot of boys there.
That Sunday morning (at around 2AM) the police found the boy at a bus stop with a woman under the influence (of what they were unsure) but the boy appeared to be unharmed and not under the influence of anything. The boy was crying saying that he needed to help get the woman home. The police took both of them home.
The parents were very happy to have him return, but he wouldn’t say anything about who/what/where/why. Apparently there were death threats made for anyone who talked about the party.
The parents made the boy go through the entire neighbor hood to collect the “missing” signs they’d hung up and apologize to everyone who had a sign. Then he had to sit down on Facebook and send everyone a thank you and an apology for what had happened. Then he had to call the school, talk to the principal, the teachers, and everyone who helped with searching for him.
As far as I know, he still hasn’t spoken about what happened at that party and no charges have been brought against the parents.
I didn’t hit my 2000 word writing goal yesterday. Went to a friends house for a BBQ. Had some awesome food. Ate until I couldn’t eat no more. Slept in a little bit today. Going to try and knock out a bunch of words today. I was going to write more on my adventure to try and fill in some holes, but going back and re-reading, I think I’ve covered it pretty well from my time after high school until now. I’ll be having fun adding some memories into some of my stories. I added one in My Teacher is a Zombie and my favorite daughter got a good laugh out of it.
Right now I need to take my favorite daughter to her volleyball lesson. today I may very likely sit in the truck and write so I can get caught up on my word count today.
Oh, if you didn’t check it out, I have a guest blog post over at Dan Dan the Art Man’s blog about TV memories. Oh the joys of childhood television watching. Check it out. I hope you like it.
I’m going to get at my writing.
First an update about the lost boy who returned home:
Apparently there was a party. A text message was spread throughout the kid’s school and many went to this party (those that didn’t had deleted the message). A kid named Diego (not sure if that’s his real name or not) has parents who was known drug dealers. The police had been told about the boy’s parent’s party and that Diego’s phone had last been used in that area. When they showed up at Deigo’s home, they were turned away and not allowed to enter the house because they police didn’t have a search warrant. Now I’ve met the boy who’d gotten lost. He’s a good kid so for him to go to a party like this was out of the ordinary.
So the boy went to this party. He was found late Saturday night/Early Sunday morning at a bus stop with a woman obviously under the influence of something. The boy was distressed and said he had to get the woman on a bus and help her get home. He did not appear to be under the influence of anything and is now back at home and surely under the mercy of his parents. Thankfully is was just a teenager being a stupid teenager and not something more severe.
Since I didn’t write much yesterday, thought I’d say a little something about my older brother.
My brother joined the Navy out of high school. The following year, after hearing from him how great it was, I also joined. I did my time and got out. The regimented lifestyle wasn’t for me.
My brother, on the other hand, excelled in the Navy. There was a point he thought about getting out because his rate was so full he was having a difficult time advancing, but after a conversation with my mom, he decided to stick it out and finish out his 20 years of service (only a few years away at the time).
It makes me proud that he was able to do this.Not only did he retire, but he retired with a chest full of medals many which I recognize and know they weren’t easy to get, but I’m unsure of exactly what all he was award for.
He spent a great deal of time deployed and overseas. That’s all part of being in the Navy. I got out just as the first Gulf War was brewing and my brother was already there on his second or third tour. He was mostly on the west coast and Japan, though he did one tour on the East coast. A majority of his time was spent on carriers and he retired two of the oldest in the fleet. It was his time in Japan that he met his wife. He did his final tour of duty out of Washington where he now resides.
Growing up he and I did a lot of things together and I’m sure once I got older I had a little resentment for him. He and his friends were always out doing their thing and I got left behind a lot. When I did come along, I was the one that got picked on to no end so it was almost more fun to stay at home alone. He was always the outgoing one, and I the more shy.
I guess now that I’ve gotten older, I miss my brother a lot as once he joined the Navy, we didn’t spend much time together or really even talk much. He rescued me in San Diego. I was broke, no car, starving musician, and he was stationed here. We became roommates and I went back to school. When he left, he left me his car. I took over the payments and things started looking up for me. Sure it was a long hard road out of the ditch I’d dug for myself, but if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be where I am now.
My brother, deep down, it a great guy. He sometimes opens his mouth and you wouldn’t think so, but all in all his heart is in the right place. I think he and I became much closer when my father passed away. It was at that time I really realized that life is too short to hold a grudge. I’ m not even sure why I had a grudge against my brother in the first place. Maybe I hated the fact that I joined the Navy, but that was my choice and not his. I just know that I didn’t allow my relationship with my brother be all it could and it’s likely fault on both our parts.
Regardless of how things were between us, things are far better now. I do miss my niece and nephew as well as my sister-in-law, but I set roots in San Diego and have no intention of moving. I found my paradise. I just need to get up there to his neck of the woods and visit one day soon.
Jon, if you’re reading this. I love you bro!
And that’s all I have to say about that.
I set a goal and I intend to keep it. It took some extra writing, but I’m now just slightly ahead of my goal (1 day ahead, but ahead nonetheless). Over the past few days I averaged just under 2000 words a day. Now that I know I can do 2000 a day, I am going to try and keep that pace for a while and see where it takes me. Obviously I need to get some editing time in there and I will manage that as well.
So with all that writing going on, I did mange to knock out My Teacher is a Zombie. It came in at 11,500 words. It’s the right length for the story that’s told and I may go back and add a little here, remove a little there. It’s still a first draft, but it’s done! Completing a work is awesome. Very happy with how the story turned out and I’ll be releasing it on my daughter to see how she likes it. I already sent off a cover idea to Dan Dan the Art man. I’m not ready for cover art just yet. But when I am, look out 🙂
The lost boy returned home. I’m very happy about that. I still have no news. I will likely have a special update later today.
Other than my arm being sore from throwing a volleyball around for the past few days, I got nothing. Keeping it short today.
Unless you want to hear about a dream I had? You do? Okay then.
In my dream I was a middle-aged man (not a big stretch there) and I had a family much like my own with a wife, one daughter, and two dogs (this was scarily close to reality). Only in my dream I was retired. But from what?
I got a call from my old team mates. They wanted to get together for one last adventure. I tried to inform them that I wasn’t in my prime anymore and I probably didn’t even fit into my suit. They said they didn’t care. It was TIME TO RIDE!
That was all I needed to hear. I suited up in my silver suit, put on my helmet and went to the basement. The entire house, on rollers, moved aside so I could launch my weird falcon/eagle/bird looking ship and head off for the moon. Some evil-doers had gotten up there and was causing a ruckus and it was up to my team (a name never formulated in my brain) to stop him.
As it is in dreams, it was fun. It was fast. It was over before it was over. I woke up before we got to the moon. It did stick in my brain though and I might have to write this one some day. Might be a fun short.
And that was my dream. I wish is had been more exciting. Perhaps you can take this as a writing prompt of your own. If you do, let me know. I’d love to hear how the story ends.