Sully's Aventures: A Continuing Journey

Last Updated March 7, 1997 My First Journal Entry

As my journeys continue around the globe, my life comes to have new meaning. I am not living for myself anymore. I am living for the good of ManKind. My research into human development and my work for a search for a cure for cancer will be my life's work. I have given my up rights to a "normal" life and have devoted myself to the world and it's problems...

If that doesn't suck up to those damn Nobel Peace Prize people, I don't know what will...

It's Me again! Didja Miss me! It's been 3 months since I updated my journal so i figured I'd let you in on what I've been up to for the last 3 months. First, I'll just refresh you on my personal info. I was born under a full moon in a cave near Nome, Alaska. I was raised by wolves until I was 12, then I was placed in a foster home. There was a huge custody battle over me, and my wolf mother ended up eating the Crown Attorney (although nobody actually complained about losing him), forcing the judge to rule that the wolves were not fit to be my parents. So, after a few licks goodbye, I left for the real world. It's been a long 20 years since I was born (I'd give anything to be able to lick myself again) and I feel as though my life has just begun. I've grown to be a fine looking chap (at 5'1" and 302lbs I'll take any compliments) and have led a full life.

I go by the codename Sully. That's all you need to know. Although I lead a quiet, law-abiding life, I'm sure there are a few government officials looking for me, so I'd reather stay anonymous. Anyone that has come in contact with me knows that I'm a great guy (with the exception of a few ladies who would love nothing more than to see my balls nailed to the wall -- but that's an entirely different subject).

Well, let me see. A lot has happened in the last three months. I spent a little time in Los Angleles. I was called by an old friend of mine... let's just call him "O.J." to keep his identity a secret. He has had a few problems in the last few years and he needed a little cash to get him through the next month or so. I did what I could, trying to get that maniac to shave off his ugly moustache and lower his demands, but he just looked at me, twirlled his 'stache and told me that he wasn't a crackpot. Yeah, like I believe that! It didn't work. Now O.J. has a little bill to pay that's a little outta my price range. Sorry, Juice!

I really enjoyed a few sporting events in the last few months. First, in January, I attended the Superbowl in New Orleans. It was spactacular. Bourbon Street was so full of lie, and, while partying with the Packers a few nights before the game, I told Brett Farve that I knew he was going to win that game. He didn't believe me, but I told him that if he didn't win, I'd come after him. I hope I didn't put any pressure on him. Turned out to be an exciting game after all.

The second was the NBA All-Star Game in Cleveland. That was a great game. I thought the West had it sewn up, but leave it to my man Glen Rice to save the day. Amazing! At the Post-Game party, I had to kid around with Glen, whom I taught to play basketball when he was younger, telling him that his shot still needed some work. Boy, was that a mistake. I didn't see his Charlotte teammate, Mugsy Bogues standing behind me. He took me outside and gave me a whipping I'll soon recreate in my bedroom... um... I mean... Nevermind. I'm just thankful that Dennis Rodman wasn't around... Ouch!

I met the nicest girl a few months back... She was a skater, I think. Her name was Oksana. I met her one night when I was out drinking with a few friends. We talked for hours... she kept on bringing up some medal she won at the Olympics. She even had it in her purse! Weird. Wouldn't leave home withouth it. I think she was a little weird. I could see that she had a little too much to drink that night (although she looked way too young to even be in a bar) and offered to drive her home. She gave me a big kiss, and assured me that she'd be fine. I wonder if she made it home okay...

In my futile attempts to further my meaningless education, I am attending a local educational institution, with the hopes of getting some sort of a degree. Like that's gonna happen. I find the univeristy atmosphere at my present location quite drab and dreary, as well as impersonal. I am looking into the possibility of attending another school in the area in the future. The possibilities aren't all that impressive -- mediochre faculty as well as the strangest bunch of students this side of the equator -- but I haven't much choice.

On my journeys I passed through a little town on the Eastern Seabord... New York, I think it was. I was trying to pass the time in the car (traffic was a little slow) so I turned on the radio. I was disgusted at what I heard. There was this guy... Let's call him "Howard". He just sat there, ranting and raving, making fun of anyone and anything he could. All I could think to myself was, "Man, this guy sucks. I think I'll make a movie about him". So, after making a few calls to my friends back in Hollywood, plus a visit to the radio station where Howard worked, Things were up and running. Of course, against my better juudgement, he wanted to play himself in the film. I insisted we get someone better... Maybe Mel Gibson, but after a few bribes, I gave Howard the part. From what I hear, he wasn't half bad...

One phenomenon that I discovered while living in Halifax (because there are quite a few drinking establishments -- ok a LOT of 'em) is the Pub Crawl. This is where a large group of people gather together, put on silly looking t-shirts and run around the city, drinking at as many places as possible in the time allowed. These can be quite fun, and greatly aided my research on the effects of alcohol on the human body. Expecially its effects on the female body... but I can't devulge the details of my experiments for security reasons... I can, however, tell you that these "crawls" have been very entertaining to say the least. They have shown me that people here like to party and enjoy a good drunk every now and then :) I should have figured that our when the crawl that I went on was called the "Watch Me Fall Tour"... That alone would frighten even the most seasoned drinker...

Well, what can I say? That addictive force... that evil of all evils... the killer of great men.. IRC is still around. And I'm sad to say that I'm still on it! Like I could get away. I'm just there nowadays to watch, and take notes. I'm studying the behavior of human beings on the internet (their much more fascinating than cats on the net... all they do is visit the Garfield homepage!). Ever since I saw that episode of the Sally Jesse Rafael Show called "My Teen Was Seduced On The Internet" I have been intrigued by this behavior. I'll let you know when I get lucky... er... I mean, when my thesis is complete!

Well, I have travelled around the world many times and am always in search of a good place to eat. I found one little restaurant in Chantilly, Virginia. It just had a name I couldn't resist, so I had to stop in for a bite. It was Amazing! The food was incredible and the staff was so polite. I recommend Sully's Restaurant and Lounge to anyone that is, or will be in the Chantilly area. It was an experience that I'll never forget. I wonder what fabulous person they named it after...?

Well, along the way, I took a trip to California. While I was there I head about a comet that was passing near Earth and would be visible for quite some time. I heard this from a man I met at a local coffee house... I forget his name, but he said that he belonged to a group that was following the Hale-Bopp comet quite closely. He said that they had reason to believe that the comet was a signal for something... He continued to babble on about this stuff for hours... I just tuned him out like he was my mother, and nodded occasionally, looking half interested in what he was saying. He finally stopped talking and said he had to leave... said he was looking for a friend that was supposed to visit him. He handed me this picture and said that if I saw him, to contact him at some big house in Rancho Santa Fe. What a strange fellow...

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