I was thinking of making this a short drabble but then I kept writing more, so expect more entries of this. Especially if you review. Hint hint nudge nudge
December, 1995
Diary Entry 1,
This is where my life starts again I guess you'd say. Well I'll cut to the chase, I've found a baby. A baby boy, one that looks a lot like me, same Strider attitude as he did not cry the first time I held him in my rough hands. I was looking around the kid for a 'Dirk' name tag because it was obvious the kid was mine. But thoughts raced through me like, I don't know how to raise a kid, a little man, a youngster. Hell to it, I'm still seventeen, a drop out of high school. Only because foster parents couldn't handle my rebellious ways of following my dreams to become a DJ, with side job online, a small apartment is all I can afford put myself in. I have no concrete family I can run back to if all else fails.
That is where I convinced myself to keep the kid, I named him Dave. Dave Strider. A boy that will not grow up in foster care. My little man that will always know who to turn to and always will have someone to turn to. Though I had to ask close friends of mine, for help and shit. Like where babies sleep and what they eat. I knew Roxy had a lot of dough but never thought she'd help me out with getting started, also Jane. She said it was more for Dave. I couldn't let him sleep on the floor like a dog.
I sure had my work cut out for me on this one, Diary. It's only been a day and I've spend my whole paycheck from last night, all on this measly kid. Who thought babies needed things like powder, special spoons, bowls and formula? Blankets, clothes, and shampoo! So glad the girls where here to help, Jane is even staying a few nights to babysit while I make some well needed cash, not to mention teaching me the ways of baby raising.
Dirk Strider