The Wonderful Life Of Oliver Skiplet, By Adam Scharf

A hoy, My name is oliver, and this will be a pleasure to tell you about myself,

I was born at the age of 1, and was then adopted to a large native american family, my brothers where Fire Starter, Wind Maker, Earn rock, and chad. When I was 7 I ran away to the circus, On my way I met a midget named Rick with a very large handlebar mustache, and enjoyed saltine crackers. He had told me he used to be a famous philosopher, but was fired because everytime someone asked him if there was a god he would point to himself and whispher, " me".

We joined the circus, the ring master said I would fit right in, due to my Baby tail still being on. After the circus I worked on a Farm, but was fired for trying to teach a cow to milk itself. I then went into a rouch stage, I had no job, no money, and apparently Rick the midget died in a bizarre checkers accident.

To cheer my self up, I would often wear silly costumes, mostly as a ghost. I would put a silly white sheet over me, and walk down the streets of Harlem, I was stabbed many times. Apparently they dont like ghost. I then decided to get married, and have many other little Skiplets. As the year went on, I dove more into religon, but stopped when i kept getting visions of Rick the Miget coming to me and saying, " IM GOD, AND I LIKE CRACKERS".

After that phase I decided to go back to school, but was expelled for my cheoriographed westside story fights. After that, I was becoming bored with life, so I then became a boxer, unnfortunatley i was asked to leave, due to every time they would start the fight, i would run away screaming, " IM NOT WORTH IT, IM NOT WORTH IT", and then follow that up with calling the Reff a savage.

I then started to dive into drugs, I would often find myself waking up naked next to a Octopuss. After that, I went back home, to my tribe. Firestarter has grown much, he as three great sons, Jamal, shawntell, and Moesha. After seeing those kids It came to me, I left my kids at home, and when I returned to them, I found a letter which read my kids where kidnapped, my only conclusion it was with one of my jealous octopusses,

oh well, thats my life story....