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 |  Subject: My New Life.  Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:04 am | |
| Hi! My name is Jeffrey William Adamton. I am a professional wrestler. Or.. I don't know if professional is the right term. I have never had a professional contract. Even though people say that I really am good enough to get one. I don't know. Lets just say I am just a wrestler to begin with. Anyways. I was born and raised Salt Lake City, Utah. I come from a religious family, so I have been raised in the name of christ. Don't get me wrong, I had a nice childhood. My parents were both loving parents, but they were a little overprotective and maybe just a little to religious. Like I would get yelled at if I didn't thank God for a cracker. You get the idea. So I have been living with this for 20 years now and now, according to my dad, it is time to move on. So now I am moving out. To where? Well, I am about to find out.
I sit in the car as my dad drives down the road.
..Dad..
So son? Are you ready to start on a new life? A life where you will not have me and mom to fall back on when you are in trouble.
I stare out the window. Hey, is that a moose? No, it was just a camel.. wait.. Camels don't live in America! Then what was that?
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..Dad..
Jeffrey!!!
I snap back into reality and look at my dad. I tend to get carried away with my imagination and thoughts. I never got much attention as a kid and I am shy. So I was mostly just alone. So often my imagination and thoughts were all I had.
..Dad..
JEFFREY!!!
Oh look at that it happened again.
..::Jeff Adams::..
Uh... Yeah, sure.. no problem..
My dad looks at me a little angry.
..Dad..
Don't stunder boy.
..::Jeff Adams::..
Sorry dad.
..Dad..
Oh don't apologize to me. Apologize to Jesus.
..::Jeff Adams::..
I know dad.
See, even just around my dad I am shy. I am honestly so worried about moving out. I can't even get a full sentence out around my parents. Getting through a wrestling show is horrible. Sitting in that locker room trying to be nice and laugh at the jokes the other wrestlers make. If it wasn't for wrestling itself being so great I would have quit a long time ago.So I wonder to myself how am I going to be able to do it around strangers? I am sorry but I am going to use a dirty word now. Forgive me Jesus but I am about to shit myself out of how nervous I am.
..Dad..
You know son.
What if I am going to live with someone that is really loud and talks all the time and expects a respond? He is not going to like me. That is for sure.
..Dad..
Son?
Oh dad is talking again. I should listen.
..::Jeff Adams::..
What dad?
..Dad..
There is something I haven't told you. You are not moving out because your mom and I want you to get on with your life. If it was up to us we would have kept you at home until Jesus took us to heaven.
..::Jeff Adams::..
Why then dad?
Oh look at that. I asked a question. Bonus points for that Jeff!
..Dad..
On your most recent wrestling show there was someone in the audience that wanted to sign you to a contract.
SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?!??!?! This is soooo great! I have been dreaming about this!!! I could dance out of pure joy!
..Dad..
He thought you were a great wrestler. He saw some real potential in you, but he thought you were lacking some charisma. You needed to be more outspoken he said.
Well, yeah, I have had that problem all my life. I know I need this. I don't need anyone telling me that.
..::Jeff Adams::..
I see.
..Dad..
I told him that you had always been shy. He just laughed and said that he could easily help you out with that. He claimed to be able to make you the most charismatic person alive. Aside from himself he said. So he wanted you to come live with him and help you out on your wrestling career.
I just nodded. I feel like I should say something now. I feel the need to. But I won't. Beautiful Jeffrey. For a while we drove in silence. Funny thing, that silence. It is just... uh... nothing. It is just nothing. Suddenly we stopped.
..Dad..
Here we are and there he is.
My dad pointed towards a man leaning up against a building. He had a beard and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. A cigarette was hanging between his lips. I could tell that my dad didn't like that. My dad and I got out of the car and the man noticed us. A smile spread across his face and he grabbed the cane, that had been leaning up against the wall, and walked towards us. I noticed that he had a slight limp. I wonder why. Maybe he was run over by a train! AND ONE OF HIS LEGS ARE FAKE!!! He shook hands with my dad with a smile on his face. I knew that I had seen this man before. I just don't remember where. He looked at me and smiled. He took off his sunglasses and hung them onto his collar. He extended his hand.
::Jason Hawk::
Oh Hai! My name is Jason Hawk.
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