Garry’s grandfather had even brought him to the “crazies doctor”, however it never helped. Nothing ever became of the visits, except for an extreme distrust of medical practice, and incredibly low self-esteem. The record-breaking self-esteem lows caused him to try and become someone he wasn’t, someone quiet and reserved. So, Garry bought a Journal. Some old geezer in Akron’s grocery shop sold him it for an ace. It was leather, with beige pages that looked like they were aged, and held together with a blue ribbon. Stopping in the halls to doodle or write, he wasn’t even made fun of at school for looking girly. Most boys his age didn’t carry journals, but those who did got called fagots, and Garry didn’t like that word. He avoided kids that used…show more content… It focused around, well, himself; Garry Jefferson, an eight year old boy living in Akron, Colorado with his grandparents. As it went, “ Garry never knew his dad or mom, but his Nan and Pops had told him they had gone out to the farm. But there was a lot of farms in Ackron, and everyday he searched the hay to see if they was hiding like in them, almost like hide and seek. Garry was really good at hide and seek too, his school friends had said he was the playground champing.” This bit was one of the only pieces that wasn’t fiction in The Story of Garry Jefferson; He had grown up in Akron, Colorado, a small farming town that had one gas station, and one grocery store. However, the grocery store never had fresh produce or anything of that sort, so as a kid Garry would bike to Brush, a 50 minute bike ride, picking up produce, veggies, fruits, bread. If his grandfather was in a good mood, Garry got two aces for sweets. He carried all the groceries in his school bag, and as he rode on the 1982 Peugeot, he wondered why, in a farming town, no one had produce or bread or veggies, or even fruit. That didn’t really matter to Garry though, and every weekend he biked to and back, retrieving food for the family. It “blew”, as the kids said, but it sure as hell beat being at home with his…show more content… All day, everyday, she delivered food and other miscellaneous goods to those in the surrounding towns, making a measly buck. One of the surrounding towns she mostly delivered to was Blue River, a small town with a population of 826, but that number might have been inaccurate. The census hadn’t been done yet, so the numbers for 2006 hadn’t come in. Ciera would drive about delivering things, occasionally getting lost in a churning river of thought. Her home life was, well, normal for a 45 year old single woman. She had a cat named Carl, but he would disappear for days on end, leaving her alone for long amounts of time. She didn’t have kids, of course, she was single. As she walked down Coronet Drive, this thought disrupted her mental river like a stone jutting out of it, parting the water into two more churning pools. Every thought stuck out like this in her head, forking off into two more. The only problem with this was that this pattern of mental behavior continued infinitely, and the river kept flowing, creating more problems than it did answers to her great questions. At one point in her life, a dam had even been constructed by a “beaver of rational thought”, as she said, pooling the river into a pond of rejuvenating water. Then she took up the delivery job, and the logs holding together whatever foundation of sanity she had before came apart, and became even more parting stones for her
