Going Off The Cuff

A humorous caption, with a serious grip on reality. A look at the author JN through my own eyes. A journal I wrote, and do not mind sharing.

Title: Going With One Off The Cuff
Story:
  Beginning with my leap into the world, and I couldn't wait in there any longer to be born. My tiny body from the tip of my toes to he top of my head is happy to be out and ready  to live my life, my true destiny awaits me. I believe to be the first new born aware of their surroundings. Couldn't wait to embrace every moment. Still believe it to this day, I can remember crawling on the floor at one years old. You want to hear extraordinary, crab a seat.

  Made up my own acting scenes at four years old. Figuring out how a tape recorder worked. I used a cigarette wrapper for a fireplace burning sound as background. I came up with three characters trying to figure out which one of them were the vampire. And then, what the other two will do once the real truth was discovered. This thing was so interesting, I played it over and over. People couldn't believe I thought of it. I think they thought either I was possessed, or had a multiple personality.

   At the age of six I tried to get lost when at the circus. Hiding within the crowd, not scared for a moment. In fact; it was more like my sinister plan to break out into the new world I have found. I wished my parents would forget about me, so I could join the circus. I was willing to scoop up elephant poop, if the ring leader would agreed to make me a circus clown, yes my active imagination still can run wild. I look upon it as a gift, and quite certainly have almost gotten me dead, and at the same token has saved me as well.

  I tested my courage around the same age; six or so in the following summer. I climbed the tallest pine tree in our yard during a horrific wind storm to see how long I could hold on to the thin branches at the very top. Pretty scary stuff for a little kid while the tip of the tree was slamming into our attic window. Everything wound up okay, I actually felt like a super hero.

  I remember another incident in particular. A true story; use your own judgment. In our yard, the sewer always plugged with leaves after a rainstorm. There was always a huge puddle outback. I liked playing with the water spiders floating, and skimming on their legs on the top. Well, I felt this humming sound behind me. It was more of a vibration, a feeling ...than an actual sound. I turned around, and seen what looked like what I thought, being a kid. Was this airplane over the house next door. I picked up a rock to whip it as hard as I could at this thing...being a kid and all. But the rock only left my hand not even an inch, and dropped straight to the ground. This thing, I can draw it, or describe it as clear...as if it were yesterday. It began turning red at the bottom, with red lights spinning in a circle underneath around the bottom. The heat was so intense. I put my right arm across my eyes, because the red lights were too bright to look at. I ran into the back door of my house. My right arm was sunburned, my forehead,  cheeks and neck. It is all documented with a Harvard study, a book was written about alien sightings...I couldn't resist writing mine in.

  Another interesting behavior I really appreciate. The first day of first grade, I was the only kid who didn't cry. Sister Mary James was the Nuns name. I just really loved her. Second grade was a total blank, because I stayed in the church choir, only because my of first sweetheart Bernadette. Anyhow, parochial school was the best education in my life. I honestly can attest to that fact without hesitation. The Nuns didn't just teach you, they taught you how to learn. I really wish I could have my own talk radio show for a day. I want people to call in with their favorite worse Nun nightmare stories. The lines would be ringing off the hook.

   It was really later in life which I went back to get my general education. Didn't dig contemporary learning. I bought all or most of my own books, and learned about history, taught myself English grammar, and usage. I actually tested myself on the progress I have made. I had my Viking encyclopedia, and dictionaries. I learned everything from simple spelling to pronunciation along with definitions. If I wasn't excelling, I made the appropriate adjustments. I took pride, and still do as a self educated individual. That an eight grade dropout could hold a conversation with anyone from a janitor to the scholar. Back then, I was damned if I wouldn't do what needed to be done, so I wouldn't be an idiot.

   Well the time is near. Allow me to end on a positive note; I hold these things I wrote as truths. The feeling of being all alone. I have seldom had the experience. Every time it happens, Iv'e always remembered not liking it. Lucky there were so very few. Also, Gee, anger, I don't know too much about what causes it. But I do know. Peoples chemistry have a lot to do with it. Society itself contributes causes, and cures. And live by three self doctrines. Mind my own business, to each their own. And the most important one made for myself.                      'Be immune to rumor'    End of Story JJN

                                                      Jimmy Nuzz

 
 
 

 

Author's Note

A first impression letter to myself. This one was rejected; but I like it so much. It never hurts to keep on trying.