Tonight my wife and I were cleaning out the room we call our music room. It houses all of my instruments such as drums, bass, two acoustice guitars, and electric guitar. We found a box that my parents had found at there house a few years after I moved out. In the box I found a journal with my name on it along with a bunch of other drawings and chicken scratch. This is the exerpt from my journal...
4-24-1996
Dear Journal,
Today after my school work was done I went back to where the horses were (we had horse behind our house). I brushed them and fed them even though they are not my horses. I like them, they are nice to pet and they listen to you when no one else will. Then tonight just before I went to bed Joel (my brother) came into my room and farted right on my pillow. It was the most awful smell I have ever smelled in my life. Then he did it again. So I got Rachel's (my sister) body spray and sprayed it in my room. It smelled up the entire house. Rachel went down stairs and told my dad that I sprayed the spray. So Joel and I got in trouble. Then we had to air out the upstairs. I must go now.
Yours, Aaron
P.s. I can still smell the stench!
