Prologue
Chandler is sitting in a jail cell, writing in his journal. 'It does not seem like it's been 11 years, since I had my last taste of freedom and the outside world. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday and sometimes it feels as if it may as well been 100 years ago'. He paused and continued to write 'My name is Chandler Bing and no doubt you've heard of me... most of the world has heard of me. I've been the focus of talk, newspaper articles, and interviews. I was interviewed by Time Magazine, and there was even a major motion picture about me'
'The reason I am writing to you, in this book, is because I wanted you to hear my side of the story... the Real Scoop, which is what this book is titled. Now bear in mind, I am no way justifying my actions, but just wanted to let the world know the kind of guy I am, and it is not the cold-blooded killer you hear about on the news or magazines. I didn't wake up one morning, and just decided to rob a bank and kill a cop.. I really didn't. Everything just happened so fast, and I just reacted'.
'I have lost just about everybody I knew and loved. My wife... or should I say ex-wife divorced me and left with the kids, and I have no idea where they are. It's been 6 years since I last saw them. They must be getting so big now, getting ready for Jr. High School, I guess. I know my actions have consequences, and I accept that, but I don't want my kids to go thru life having the stigma of a 'killer father'. My best friend Ross, was my old college roommate and I have not seen or heard from him since the trial... more than 11 years ago. I still hear from Rachel every once in a while, but we're nowhere as close as we used to be. Not even Joey wanted to have anything to do with me, and tried to call him a few times but he hung up on me. Finally he just had his phone number changed. The last I heard, he was in a serious relationship and was even thinking about getting married. Can you imagine Joey settling down with a wife? Me neither'
'I guess the only person who really stuck by me is Phoebe. She lived a hard life too, and kinda knew what I was going thru and why I did what I did. She even went to the Police Station with me, holding my hand as I got tired of running from the law and went to turn myself in. Being taken away in handcuffs and thrown into a 6 x 6 cell was almost the hardest thing I have ever done. The hardest was having to say goodbye to my friends and family, as I decided to do the one thing I was good at... run away, like a coward. Why they didn't try to turn me in, I'll never know. I almost wished they did, because I didn't have the courage to do it myself'
'You see, I don't have much time as I am due to be executed in a little over a month. I am writing this not looking for sympathy or pity, nor am I looking to justify or excuse my actions, because I can't. Nobody can. I just want people to know the real Chandler Bing... and he's not the evil monster you've been hearing about on the news. Behind every story is another story... and this is mine.
Author's Note: I know this is a little short, but am saving up for the following chapters and didn't really want to give too much away, right away