More of my Great Grandfather being Awesome

My Great Grandfather along with fighting in the war, also was the Heavyweight Boxing Champion of Maine. He would travel all around to get new fights and he started at a very young age. One day as he was traveling to get a place where his next fight would take place he ended up talking to a Sheriff. At this point he was only 16 years old, same as me, keep that in mind. The Sheriff told him that his son was the best boxer around and he was also around my Great Grandfathers age. My grandfather said "well i can beat him". The sheriff arranged for it and made it known around town that there would be a fight between his son and my Great Grandfather. My Great Grandfather was a lefty, which not many people knew, and even less people that went in to fight him knew. In the first round my Great Grandfather caught him right on the chin and apparently he hit him so hard he went skidding across the floor. After the fight, the Sheriff came up and said, well i would have paid you a $1000 to not have to see that happen to my son, and my Great Grandfather said to him, "WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE THE FIGHT?! I would have danced around with him for 8 or 9 rounds if i could have got a $1000 out of it!"

Stories

I spent the day today with my grandparents out at a camp, and had a really good day, and as the day was ending i sat down to eat supper. My grandparents had invited the owner of the whole camp area and another set of elderly campers over to have supper with us. Well as supper went on we all began to talk about our selves and tell stories from our past and about our families. Well i heard many stories about my great grandfather who was a highly decorated WWII veteran, some i will share later on, but one i would like to share now. The words from my grandfather. It was the middle of winter in WWII and my great grandfather and all of the people in his group were wearing brown, which was very easy to detect, while the germans were in all white so they were near impossible to see. Everyone that was trying to charge against the Germans were just getting mowed down because they couldn't see them at all. The commander just kept ordering them to charge and all of the soldiers followed orders. Well this time my Great Grandfathers group was ordered to charge, and my Great Grandfather ran out with one of his close friends, and they saw the other people they had been with getting shot around them. The next thing my great grandfather did was look at his buddy, and said "well sh**, i'm not doing this, we can't even see them!". My great grandfather and his buddy took off running and both of them side by side dove over into a ditch. who do you think they landed on? if you said the Germans, you're wrong. They dove over a ditch and landed directly on top of their commander. :]

Quintessential Badass

Below is the start to my book, i wrote this really late at night, so forgive any grammar errors, i just wanted to hear what people think about it, and share it, i will update this with more story as often as i can. There is some language in there, so if you're afraid of a swear or two, then just don't read.

Quintessential Badass

With most tough guys that can do really amazing and jaw dropping things, they have a bend to do what's right. I don't. I've never really cared for doing good for anyone else. Ever heard the expression, “no good deed goes unpunished”? When I do something “good” I don't get a warm feeling inside, I don't feel anything. Most people are scared of not being able to feel, I love it. It's not that I have no feelings at all, it's mainly the good ones I lack.

No, I don't have a love story to tell you, and if you're looking for a happy ending to this book you should probably just stop reading now, because that just isn't going to happen. However, if you want to hear the most bad ass story, and you're sick of constantly hearing about giant blue people, sparkling vampires, and other stories that you can't and never will relate to, well you're in for a treat then.

I'm Brock, and I'm the guy you wish you were. You know all of those action movies with the really ripped, tough guys? I'm them, except I'm real and I'm better. I'm not talking about all of those super hero, spandex wearing clowns, or those billionaires with every gadget there is. This wasn't a gift given to me, and I'm not like this by chance. I wanted to be the best, and I am the best. You want to be like me? Too damn bad, you can't.

You see, I tried holding a steady job a few times, but it just never seemed to work out for me. I tried working at a lumber yard, and that didn't work out for me, they said that I had sent too many people to the hospital. I think they just had too many idiots working with me. One guy was Jerry Crane, Jerry had a mild anger problem, but before I go any further I must say that there are 3 types of people that I truly can't be around. 1. People who abuse women or children, 2. people who exploit women or children, and 3. Ass holes. Unfortunately for me, actually it's more unfortunate for Jerry, he was all 3 types. Back to Jerry's anger problem, Jerry was quite a hot head, and he often took it out on the people around him, which was easy because it was usually his 11 year old daughter and his very small framed wife. However with me, it was not so easy, I'm what happens when Greatness meets power and is manifested into a 6'4 240 pound body of muscle.

Jerry one day forgot to his bring screw driver to adjust his chain saw, knowing that I am always very precise and do not forget anything, he asked to borrow mine. Jerry was basically looking for a free ride in an ambulance. I told him no, because I don't let anyone touch my tools and he lost it. He ran up to me and threw the hardest punch he could, since Jerry is one of the most uncoordinated men alive, I stepped aside, hooked my foot around the front of his ankle, and landed my elbow right on the back of his neck, and Jerry tumbled to the ground. Jerry with his very little primate like intelligence, and his rage filled body got back up and lunged at me again, putting his face at a perfect angle to meet with my knee. This time Jerry did not get back up. I finished my day up and went home, where I got a call from my boss, he said Jerry had a broken nose, and that Jerry was claiming I did it. Of course I did do it, but I couldn't tell my boss that, that however did not matter and he still fired me.

The rest of my jobs were like that, I'd be there a few months, a total douche bag would come along, they're all the same. They picked on a few guys smaller then them and they think they're invincible, I'd toss them around, and teach them a lesson and I would get a call later that day letting me know I couldn't work there anymore. It never really bothered me though, I like fighting and I don't need money. One day however, something changed.

Writing a Book

I've always enjoyed writing, I like to explore my mind and see the great fantasies I can create in it. Writing is a way to share with people every thing that goes on in my head. Some people have said I have a gift at writing (not actual hand writing i'm terrible at that) but at writing capturing or entertaining stories, and some people have cared less about my writing. However, i've always said that I'm going to write a book, and I'm going to, and I'm going to start tonight. I by no means, plan on this being a great book, or anyone actually caring about it, i just want to see what it takes, and get practice for writing in the future, i enjoy it and it passes time. So until next time, that's all.