Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jan 15, 2018 21:14:29 GMT -5
The scene opens up in what looks like an old apartment complex. In the parking lot, there sits a bright blue Ford Mustang GT 500 Shelby. Up the stairs, standing next to a wooden door, stands veteran superstar and Hall of Famer, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He has a stern look on his face as he stares at the number on the wooden door...
423.
He looks down at a piece of paper he has in his hand. This is the last known address that he has of his mother, Linda. He lost connection with her 10 years ago when they had a fall out that involved with his younger brother, Tommy.
After what his biological father, John, told him about his mother, one can guess that the veteran is in a sour mood. He still doesn't quite believe the entire story, and he wants closure.
He lightly raps on the door, waiting for a response. After a couple of moments, he raps on the door a little louder.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? I know what I heard on the tape is pretty decisive evidence, but there's got to be more to it than just this. I just really want to get to the bottom of this, if it's the last thing I do.
After what seems like an eternity, you hear the clicks of the lock and the door slowly open. The Crazy One looks at the individual, a older lady, who seems to be walking with a cane. Crazy Boy's shoulders slump as he takes a couple of steps back from the opening.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was looking for someone that lived in this apartment. I guess she doesn't live here anymore. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Well, who are you looking for, young man? I've lived in this apartment for 6 years. Maybe I can help you."
Tyrone closes his eyes for a moment, then nods his head at the elderly woman.
"I was looking for a Linda Killington. She was my biological mother. Last known address I have of her was this apartment. I guess she moved out 6 years ago. I'm back to square one."
The elderly woman's eyes light up as she beckons The Crazy One to come inside. He walks into the quaint, orderly apartment as the woman shuffles to the other side of the living room, opening up a drawer and taking some stuff out of it. She slowly walks back to the Crazy One and hands it to him.
"Just some mail I've gotten with her name over the years. I remember her. She lived in this apartment before I moved in. I took a look at it with my grandson before moving in. She seemed nice and quiet."
Nice and quiet? If the tape and John is telling the truth, then that is far from the case.
"Did you hear anything about perhaps where she was moving to or anything that she may have said? Any information would be helpful."
The elderly woman closes her eyes, seemingly lost in thought as she nods her head slowly.
"I did talk to her for a little bit. I believe I heard her mention that she was moving to Pensacola, Florida. That's about all I know though."
Pensacola, eh? Not too far from here. Couple of hours drive. I can take care of it after the next Trauma. At least, I know where my search is going to lead me next.
Tyrone thanks the woman and shows his way out of the apartment, the sounds of locks being turned behind him as he shuffles down the stairs and makes his way to his car. When he hops in, he stares at the dashboard for a second, his wife, Cassie, staring at him intently. [/b]
"Well, anything?"
Crazy Boy shakes his head slowly and puts the pile of mail down next to him.
"She's not here. But the woman that lives in the apartment told me that she talked to her and she moved to Pensacola. So that's a start. I will continue my search there after Trauma. I have to go get ready for Razor Blade and Grimm."
The Shelby speeds out of the parking lot, a few more thoughts crossing the mind of Crazy Boy.
Question is, where do I start in Pensacola. It's a pretty big city. It's going to take to whittle it down. One step at a time, I will figure it out when I get there.
TO BE CONTINUED
Static and Fade.
End.
423.
He looks down at a piece of paper he has in his hand. This is the last known address that he has of his mother, Linda. He lost connection with her 10 years ago when they had a fall out that involved with his younger brother, Tommy.
After what his biological father, John, told him about his mother, one can guess that the veteran is in a sour mood. He still doesn't quite believe the entire story, and he wants closure.
He lightly raps on the door, waiting for a response. After a couple of moments, he raps on the door a little louder.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? I know what I heard on the tape is pretty decisive evidence, but there's got to be more to it than just this. I just really want to get to the bottom of this, if it's the last thing I do.
After what seems like an eternity, you hear the clicks of the lock and the door slowly open. The Crazy One looks at the individual, a older lady, who seems to be walking with a cane. Crazy Boy's shoulders slump as he takes a couple of steps back from the opening.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was looking for someone that lived in this apartment. I guess she doesn't live here anymore. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Well, who are you looking for, young man? I've lived in this apartment for 6 years. Maybe I can help you."
Tyrone closes his eyes for a moment, then nods his head at the elderly woman.
"I was looking for a Linda Killington. She was my biological mother. Last known address I have of her was this apartment. I guess she moved out 6 years ago. I'm back to square one."
The elderly woman's eyes light up as she beckons The Crazy One to come inside. He walks into the quaint, orderly apartment as the woman shuffles to the other side of the living room, opening up a drawer and taking some stuff out of it. She slowly walks back to the Crazy One and hands it to him.
"Just some mail I've gotten with her name over the years. I remember her. She lived in this apartment before I moved in. I took a look at it with my grandson before moving in. She seemed nice and quiet."
Nice and quiet? If the tape and John is telling the truth, then that is far from the case.
"Did you hear anything about perhaps where she was moving to or anything that she may have said? Any information would be helpful."
The elderly woman closes her eyes, seemingly lost in thought as she nods her head slowly.
"I did talk to her for a little bit. I believe I heard her mention that she was moving to Pensacola, Florida. That's about all I know though."
Pensacola, eh? Not too far from here. Couple of hours drive. I can take care of it after the next Trauma. At least, I know where my search is going to lead me next.
Tyrone thanks the woman and shows his way out of the apartment, the sounds of locks being turned behind him as he shuffles down the stairs and makes his way to his car. When he hops in, he stares at the dashboard for a second, his wife, Cassie, staring at him intently. [/b]
"Well, anything?"
Crazy Boy shakes his head slowly and puts the pile of mail down next to him.
"She's not here. But the woman that lives in the apartment told me that she talked to her and she moved to Pensacola. So that's a start. I will continue my search there after Trauma. I have to go get ready for Razor Blade and Grimm."
The Shelby speeds out of the parking lot, a few more thoughts crossing the mind of Crazy Boy.
Question is, where do I start in Pensacola. It's a pretty big city. It's going to take to whittle it down. One step at a time, I will figure it out when I get there.
TO BE CONTINUED
Static and Fade.
End.
