Ending of a fiasco, beginning of a Nightmare

So now I'm desperately calling for days trying to find someone to get me a plane ticket home, as getting a job didn’t work out too well. I can’t call Dad, I never want him to think I’m a failure, and I know he doesn’t have any money at the moment either. Then finally I got ahold of the always trustworthy Uncle Vic.

Vic was another one of my dad’s brothers. He was shaped from the same spoon as my father. He was able to work himself into VP at his factory. Unlike my father he never let the addictions take control of his life. The two resembled each other very closely. Even my Sr year when Lloyd had to go to leave for work for 3 months, honestly maybe it was jail or rehab. Vic came in and slid right into Lloyd’s assistant wrestling coaching position, it was really like nothing had changed. Vic was a great coach. Not quite the motivator Lloyd was but very good indeed. "The Family" was very important to Vic; he always took care of family. Honestly, since being down with the two hooligans, I started to get the feeling that Vic was supporting these two as well. So it only took me asking and he loaned me the money for the flight and said he’d be there to pick me up when I arrived. Yes, I finally was going to be able to get out of the cuckoo’s nest I had been in for way too long. Thank you, Uncle Vic, you saved me, once again. After that I moved back home to Michigan and had I been a better son at the time, my life would have been great. Had I never left Blair, NE? Maybe I’d be a teacher by now. But instead I’m a homeless man moving back in with his dad Lloyd. Yes I’m only the age of 23, but I’ve lost my 1st land 2nd loves, the big scholarship to college, all my money (more than once), a wicked Canadian Bitch as a fiancé, her engagement ring in a poker tourney, and now my mind was completely unglued, all my dreams seem like a whole other life at this point.

The Search Begins

Log Book November 11, 2008:

It’s been over one year since my life was changed forever. After what was supposed to be a lovely father and son vacation in the Northern California hills of Yosemite National Park, it soon turned to "The Trip from Hell." After a long day of traveling, we decided to stop and set up camp. Leaving my father to put up the tent, I went out to gather firewood. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my father alive. After hearing shouting coming from our camp area, I rushed back. I noticed my father being pummeled and beaten by what seemed to be a bear. In an attempt to rescue my father from this animal’s ape-like paws, I was immediately thrown into a nearby ditch. Being unable to move my legs and losing feeling in my left upper thigh/crotch region all the way down to my foot, I had embedded myself in that ditch, only to witness the heinous slaughtering of my father. I knew then, that I would soon be his next victim. Moments later, however, we made what I can only describe as an intimate moment of eye contact. He presumed to walk slowly towards me, tilting his head to the left with a very sympathetic look in his eyes. As he approached my motionless body he reached down and softly caressed my hand. Then in an instant and with no hesitation he opened his mouth and took a big bite down tearing into my wrist and all the way through the bone. Then I went into what I can only explain as a sudden shock, I was twitching and shaking as though I was having a seizure. Within seconds I lost consciousness. Bigfoot had just done the unimaginable. He had just killed my father, destroyed my vehicle, taken my clothes, ate all my food, destroyed all of my money, and left me to die in that ditch with 9 fingers, one testicle, and what later was diagnosed as a broken a pinky toe. I was then awakened in a hospital bed by a beautiful nurse who explained to me that after two nights in the hills I was eventually rescued by Park Rangers. I then tried explaining to her what had happened, after having little success convincing her that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me in this state, I demanded to speak to the rangers who found me.

Once again explaining my story to the rangers and also to a few nosier hospital workers listening in through the curtain, I wound up being put in a loony bin. After 36 days of eating nothing but crazy pills and trying to block out the nightmares of what I had been through, I managed to somehow break myself out of that hell hole. Since escaping the loony house almost 2 years ago, I've devoted my life to researching everything about Bigfoot. I have studied where he sleeps in the winter, to where he sleeps in the summer. I've learned what he eats, and I've learned what he's attracted too. I now feel ready and very confident that I will find and destroy him. I have properly prepared for this grueling quest, and I will now seek my vengeance and redemption

Log Book: November 12, 2008 :

I have finally saved up enough money so I can buy the proper supplies for my "Hunt for Bigfoot." Mark my words, as long as my heart is still pounding, that son of a bitch will not get away with wrecking my life. I must get

closure on this tragedy. No matter how long it takes, I will find that hairy bastard and put him 6 feet under, which is right where he belongs. I will be setting off on my voyage into the mountains of Wyoming and Montana on February 1st. So that only gives me three more months of hands-on training. This is my destiny; Bigfoot will pay for what he did.

Logbook: November 13, 2008 :

So today I headed to the Halloween USA store and bought a couple of Bigfoot outfits. I am a bit out of shape right now, and of course, I lost my pinky, so I am going to start slow. I bought a child-size Bigfoot costume, a teen size Bigfoot costume, and an adult-sized Bigfoot costume. I will first start with taking down a dressed up mini bigfoot, so in order to do this, I had to go to the local elementary school and find some of the baddest SOB's walking the playground. I found only one kid though, but he was 4'8'' and a lean, mean fighting machine. He dominated those monkey bars, and you

should have seen how high he could get on that swing. I figure if I can find one more like him, then I can dress them up as minifoot’s and have them hide in the woods and I will find them with my bigfoot instinct (it’s like my 6th sense). I think if I can pass that test, then I’ll move on to medium foot training. Bigfoot is going down!

Log Book: November 14, 2008:

Well, I just swindled my way out of going to jail. However, I think I might be spending 30 days in a mental institution again. I was again searching for prospective minifoot’s at the local elementary and I was approached by an undercover policeman, who was there because there was a tip of a strange man in his mid-20's lingering around the playgrounds yesterday (what a sicko). So the policeman asked, “Sir, why are you in the playgrounds watching and staring at little kids?" I respond "I am scouting for little kids to dress up in a costume, and then possibly filming them attacking me." The Policeman then responds with "why?" So, I told him, "I need to

practice for my hunt for Bigfoot, but I need to start training first." the policeman stood there staring at me like I was nuts, but I assured him I was no sicko trying to get little kids to come home with me. I also told him if he let me stay for a little bit longer I will keep an eye out for that sick SOB who was at the playgrounds yesterday. The policeman responds with “well sir, that sick SOB from yesterday was described to me as someone who fits your exact description." I just stood there blank and had no response. Did this guy really think I am a CHOMO? Look at me, do I look like a kiddy diddler? Then I thought to myself "well yes, I probably do, and me giving out candy probably doesn't help either." So, I agreed to leave immediately. The policeman escorted me off the grounds and asked one last question "are you really looking for Bigfoot?' I gave a very determined look and said "That is my destiny sir, he killed my father, ate all my food, stole my clothes and money, and left me with one testicle, nine fingers, and a now crooked, once broken pinky toe." and away I walked into the woods (it’s a short cut home)