So here it goes, some of my Timmothy stories that I tell to people when I get bored, like when I serve pop with the FFA members. I even named a member after Timmothy, his real name is David Jesse. So if you find them a little weird its just my mind working faster than your ears.



This is the one that I first told:

Okay so I live with my cousin and her family. The reason why is because when my mom was giving birth to my little brother Timmothy she died. Then a few years later my father Steven died of a meth combustion when a few of his friends came over, luckily I was out in the cornfield picking tomatoes. So me and Timmothy had to salvage for ourselves I was 12 and Timmothy was 9 he was out minnow fishing so he could catch a bigger fish and tragically he slipped and fell off of the concrete barrier. He flapped around in the water while the ice concealed him to his icy death. Now you're wondering where was I? Me, I was up on the bridge picking berries unfortunately the last time I saw him he was frozen like a cube of ice. So now I moved down the street into my cousin's house. Every Friday they allow me to spend the night in the cemetery next to my families graves.

Okay so here's a happier one for you:



Now without immediate family things can get kinda weird for me. I re-started school the following year but instead of the public school I went to a special school so that I wouldn't disturb any of the other kids. Some say that's bad but for me it was heaven. I get computer access whenever I want, I get to do my homework at my own pace, and when the kids come in for the tour to help them presuade to do better I torment them when they walk by us. The special school is fun I made a new friend name Raven we go on adventures. Like this one time we tied a whole bunch of bottle rockets to the end of our bicycle built for two and we had her brother Rocky light them for us. Of course we did this out in the country so no one in town could complain to the cops. Well those things didn't work too well Raven ended up getting burnt really bad and we had to get her to the indian spirtualist so he would heal her burns. They ended up sending to her to a nice padded room in Cherokee before I could talk to her. Once my family found out I was with her when she "attempted suicide" they put me back in public school.

We're gonna travel back in time for this one:

The days were grand right after my father died, he didn't do much anyways except for pull in fake money from his used up friends. Timmothy and I did many things before his fearful death. We even started a lemonade stand put we could'nt afford Kool-Aid so we just used whatever was around the house and marketed it as Lemonade. One time we came so desperate for some kind of liquid we filled a pitcher up with toilet water and he peed in it. Surprisingly that sold better than our other fakes of lemonade like, creek water, apple rinds, and other various edible objects we could find like pickle juice. Other times we would just pick the poison berries and put them in a basket and sell them as miniture cherries. It was quite a laugh when the neighbors stopped by to complain to our parents. We even had them donate to a fund that we made up about a child who lived in a dumpster needed help paying the rent for it we only made about 20 bucks on that. That's the way we earned our "keep" when our parents were gone.

So, my friend Sam reminded me that I made up Timmothy before I served pop and this is how the Original came to be:

Sam, Karie, and I were walking to the library and there were these two kids at the creek and they claimed they were fishing for carp and they were standing on the concrete barrier. Well we thought it was funny that they were fishing in a very small creek and so I told them that I use to have a little brother named Timmothy. I told them that Timmothy had died when he was fishing at that creek and he slipped off the concrete barrier and was sucked under the current never to be found again. Now these kids must not of listened to me very well because the next morning there was this front page article about the drowning of these two kids. Actually they ended up getting out of the creek before we got done talking to some neighbors. So now their safe and dangerously scared of small creeks.