(A Blog Every Day in May 2013 Challenge Entry)
So right out of the gate I almost fall behind on making an entry. I guess this is partially due to the fact that the very first question isn’t an easy one for me. For many it may be childsplay, but for someone who doesn’t remember chunks of his past — and rarely talks about it — it’s a tough one. I’ve noticed a few bloggers I’ve visited use a lot of pictures. You won’t exactly have that perk here, but it’s for the best; trust me.
I suppose I will start out each post with the assigned prompt for the day.
Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)
I, Jak: A Memoir
One cold, blustery Winter eve, a baby named Jak (but not) was born. His heart was golden, but his soul was torn. He was the most bestest, cutest runt that you ever did see. He was a badass who had his first puff of a cig at the tender age of three.
Rumor has it, he checked into Stonerville around that same time. Breaking into his parents pot brownies with little fear of the crime. No need to raise a ruckus, no harm no foul. At least I can say I experimented with drugs younger than most, with a howl.
Eventually, time passed and I was confronted by the Big Bad Wolf. Now it seems sometimes trauma makes my memory disappear in a poof. But still Little Jak grew, he learned, and he dreamed. Someday he would become a writer, overcoming his vile writer’s block as futile as it seemed.
Struggles with Good and Evil would sometimes surge deep inside. Most often, Truth and Justice prevailed and cast Darkness aside. Now his soul seeks out love and light. Two attributes he would continually deny and put up a good fight.
Sometimes the words Jak speaks can be a bit confusing. It’s a shame more don’t know Jak Speak, but it’s all so amusing. There may be a link in the past explaining why this is how he came to bloom. Hushed rumors whispered he’s tripped on acid in the womb.
I’ve also a cat named Crooks.
So The May Challenge is Underway
Hopefully there are little tidbits to be found in there (and I didn’t just imagine them). Definitely not a full blown life story, but enough of one, given the 250 word count. I’d like to think I took a unique approach.
I hope the prompts get easier! Otherwise the above statement will be my catch phrase. Okay, who am I kidding? It already is one of my catch phrases.
Either way, it’s on! Let’s do this!
Did you enjoy this partial life story? If doing the Blog Every Day in May Challenge, was this question hard for you?