Last week, I posted on this blog my first Throwback Thursday (#TBT), but instead of posting old photos of myself, I’ve decided to share some writing from my childhood. This next piece I wrote when I was ten years old. It was around the time that I started getting interested in counter-cultures – even though I’m quite sure I didn’t even know what that meant at the time.
The main characters are a group of bad boys (and one Superpunk), and a pretty girl who saves the day – just because she can. Yeah, apparently I was already thinking about reverse gender roles too.
Original draft (1986)
Jack Grey’s Adventures with Dog (1986)
One dark eerie night, Jack Grey, Superpunk, was walking through the dark alley on Johnson Ave.
“Hey, Buzz, what do you think you’re doing,” said Jack.
“I’m looking for grub,” replied Buzz.
“This is my territory, Buzzhead,” Jack said.
“So what?” said Buzz. “Hey Jack, look what I found.”
“What did you find, Buzzo?”
“Chocolate cake.”
“Leave it,” said Jack, “and come on.”
Jack and Buzz walked back to their fort in an old abandoned zoo on Adam St.
“Hi, George,” said Buzz.
“Whats happening my man?” George said.
Suddenly, George collapsed to the ground. He had been shot.
“He was always faithful to us,” whined Buzz.
“Never mind him. We got trouble. Look who’s coming our way,” said Jack.
It was the Dog, alias Kevin George. Jack had once said he only was afraid of the Dog. Jack’s long black hair was flying through the air as he ran. Jack was only 16 years old. The Dog was 18 and strong.
“I’ll cut that giant eagle tattoo off of you, punk,” yelled Dog.
Buzz and Jack ran until they reached Donna Master’s house. Donna was Jack’s girlfriend. Donna didn’t know that Jack stole and lied. Donna had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. She was sweet, gentle and wasn’t a dropout like Jack and Buzz. She also despised Dog.
“Ding, Dong,” went the doorbell.
“Why Jack, what brings you here?”
“I’m here because Dog has a gun and shot George,” Jack said with shivers down his spine.
“Well hurry and get inside,” panicked Donna.
“Ding, Dong,” went the doorbell again.
“Open up. It’s Dog.”
“No, I will not open up. You know I hate you. Now go away,” said Donna angrily.
“Ok! But I’ll be back,” said Dog angrily.
“Well he shouldn’t bother you anymore,” said Donna.
And he didn’t for a long time afterward.
M. xo