Prologue
I can't remember exactly when I met my imaginary friend.
Even if you ask me know, I still wouldn't know what to configure as a response. But still, its a memory that I have to live with for the rest of my natural born life. Then again, natural isn't exactly the word I would use to even describe my life. The earliest memory I have of my childhood is being sold to drug dealing Catholic family in Somalia because my parents didn't know how to settle a debt, nor how to prevent their only son from being taken from them. Actually scratch that, I actually had a brother, he was a born a few years after I was sold. I never saw a picture of him, but I heard he recently was put on the Dean's list at his University, Harvard apparently, and has a job at high class white collar company. He also got engaged recently to a pretty white woman, and they even have child on the way. How do I know this?
My imaginary friend told me. He tends to go off on his own a lot, god only knows to where. Oh yeah. Did I mention that I have an imaginary friend? I forget sometimes, but I leave it up to him to remind me every thirty seconds, kind of like that annoying cut in your mouth that you get after over chewing your food. Every time you forget it's there, there's a sharp pain near your jaws to remind you.
Suprising to belief, I usually never talk about him that much in conversations like this, but since you guys are reading this soliloquy, you must color yourselves interested or at the very least curious about my weird little life. Its good to know at least someone is listening to whats been happening to me lately, but I think things might getting a little bit more weirder for me. But shit. Whose life hasn't been a bit weird lately, am I right?
Hahaha...
I know you guys can't talk back to me. This is a fucking story based on a furry comic, that will likely have nothing to do with those gleeful characters you've grown to love. But still, can't blame a guy for trying to reach out beyond his station. Honestly I am happy though, at least content right now that at least somebody gives a damn about me anymore after all thats happened.
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You're probably confused right? Well for the sake of plot and because I'm probably gonna die soon, I'll start from the beginning. My name is Huey Jones, and it all started with a guy named Fisk Black, who rescued me from my slavery overseas. Which wasn't until much later,was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
