Death Poem by Clinton Siegle

Background stories are a way to develop a character. For my character he has several different ones. From drinking with the riot dogs of Bolivia, to wandering the Library of congress for a time, to his latest adventures to how he lost his foot. A background story seems what is needed. Hit by car - lost two front teeth seriously f upped, placed into police protection walked out of the police car down to the riot dog area. picked the biggest riot dog and threw it at the policemen all six, who ran, dog turned around

then proceeded to stick my arm down its throat like hey rockie watch me pull a rabit out of my hat, rode motorcycle drunk through forest toke out three trees, woke up naked surrounded by witches in a cemetery, Drowned at the YMCA, cpr, asthma attack ambulances in and injected with adrenaline, bit by dogs 26 shots to the stomach, mercy flight out of mile city montana for tooo much blood. after all this I would think I would be more careful but after learning something today I am going to start to look for a bull named fu manchu to ride. Anyone know of one? Oh yea Thank you guardian angel. We will have to drink some rum together when this is over.


So there was a clown riding a horse through the streets when out of no where the future president of the country stepped out of the shadows and mugged the clown. He was a bit drunk so the the clown being mugged wondered down teh streeet a bit. When two grengos came out of a bar and pushed him against a taxis car taking out his two front teeth. The clown fearing for his life puts his fist through a safety glass window and the police arrive and put the clown in the back of the police car. Takign the clown in he is so nice that the police forget him and do not lock the car. When the clown wakes up seeing his two front teeth missing he thinks the police had beaten him up. He opens the police car door and proceeds to the riot dogs cages where the police catch him. Five versus a drunk clown.. The clown not taking anything in his third world language says he trust the dogs more than the police opens the cage and picks up a huge rottweiler and throws the dog at them. The police scatter and say that the clown is dead. The dog which head is above the clowns belt line turns around and the clown things about rocky and bullwinkle show and puts his arm down the throat of the dog. The dogs eyes get really big. At which point the clown sobers a bit picks up the dog and puts him back into the cage.