Speaking of which, Michelle and I were married on March 20th, 2011. That was also the day I was first given this wonderful journal by the way. At the time, it was the happiest day of my life…up until the birth of my son, Bill (I named him after Big Billy, because he was always so good to me), on December 18th, 2011. After him came my beautiful girl, Ivy. Oh how I love them both! And thus my family was born.

So that's all I can really say about my life. Once my real family was born, it just continued to grow and thrive. Even now as an old man, I still can't believe in just one day, I went from nasty teenaged punch victim, to a redeemed young man pursuing the one thing I not only wanted but needed, and got it. Of course, though the years of the Gangreen Gang are nothing but memories now, we still see each other, including Ace, in my dreams. In my dreams, we don't do anything wrong. We'd just hang out and talk, just talk. Then my dream would end, and I'd wake up next to Michelle in the morning.

When I was about 45, the news channel started talking about an accidental fire that took place at an amusement park. When the newswoman talked about it, I heard her say something quite disturbing. "Considering today's incident, only two have been confirmed dead. The two unfortunate victims were a 43 year old man named Arturo De La Guerra and a 45 year old man named William W. Williams, though family and other friends who were with him that day claim that he went by Big Billy." When I heard her say that heart-breaking piece of news, I became sad and downhearted. Then, I saw some green people who must have been their long lost family and some friends say that they were going to give them a proper funeral. When I heard this, I took my wife and kids on a family trip to Townsville, where we all placed a flower on their graves. Though we ended our friendship on bad terms, I sure they wouldn't have minded if we paid our respects to them. After all, they were my friends.

Twenty years later, I heard more disturbing news. At 65 years old, I saw some more news saying that someone had died of a stroke in his Townsville home. My good friend, Grubber J. Gribberish. I couldn't believe it when I realized it. I was the only live member of the Gangreen Gang left.

Of course, since the Gangreen Gang had influenced me so much, I even decided to tell some stories of back when I was a member of the gang. Because Bill and Ivy were so interested in my stories, I just kept telling them more and more. Then as the years went by, and started telling them to my grandkids, and now to my great grandkids.

At least now though the Gangreen Gang is no more, they will still continue to live on in my stories that will be passed down from Ingleberry to Ingleberry.

I've certainly written a lot today. I guess it's because I know I don't have much time left. I've decided to give this to Bill, so that my family will be able to write their own stories, just as I have.

Love, Sanford Dennis Ingleberry.

Old Sanford closed the book, held it tightly, and stared out the window. He let the sun's rays hit him as he looked. As he stared, he began to see some familiar faces in the clouds. He watched and took notice of how the clouds formed to look like Ace, Big Billy, Lil, Arturo, and Grubber. He smiled an old wrinkled smile. He held up his hand and reached out for them, knowing he would never be able to reach them.

All of a sudden, he heard the door open and in came a nurse. The nurse was tall, lean, and had blonde hair tied in a bun.

"Hello, Mr. Ingleberry, how are you feeling today?" she asked sweetly.

"I feel old, weak, but I don't mind. I've just been looking back on some old memories," replied old Sanford. He looked at his book, then at the nurse.

"Nurse?" he said weakly. The nurse looked at him with a smile.

"Yes sir?" she replied. Sanford showed her the book.

"Will you please give this to my son, Bill? I want him to have this special journal. Tell him that he and the other members of my family are free to write in it," he said. The nurse gently took it from him.

"Yes sir, I will," she said nicely. Before she left, she placed a strap on his arm and took his blood pressure.

"Your blood pressure has decreased just slightly, sir. I'll go get Dr. Tal," she said. She took the strap off him and quickly left the room. She went to the nearest receptionist, asked her to give the book to Bill, which she did, and then went to find Dr. Tal.

As Sanford waited for the nurse, he looked back up into the sky. He could still see the formations of his former fellow gangsters. He put his head on his pillow and as he heard the monitor beside him beep, he began to grow weaker and weaker. His eyes grew heavier and heavier until finally Sanford could no longer hold them up.

The last thing he heard was the beeping of the monitor, as the beeping began to decrease. The beeping grew slower and slower. As Sanford began to realize what was happening, he smiled and took one final breath.

Being relieved of life on Earth and being called home by the same heavenly voice who called out to him so long ago, the last thing he saw was something he hadn't seen with his own two eyes in sixty years:

Ace, Lil Arturo, Big Billy, and Grubber looking back at him.

The End