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The Legend of Crazy Man Binks Don’t let the boogieman get you! Over the years the story has been twisted and bent to make it make more sense and scare people out of there wits however I, Paco Gaweemill (gah-wee-mill), have the true story. Even though it happened thirty years ago I still remember the incident plain as day. It was the year 1970 and I was almost out of High School and love, peace, drugs and a few other things dominated the social landscape. I was seventeen and not in to this type of thing therefore I was considered an outcast and disliked by those who believed in experimentation with various substances. Due to the fact that I was not out experimenting I had a lot of spare time and in my spare time I had taken up an apprenticeship at a local bakery. Every day I would come to work at about seven o’clock where Mr. Binks would be waiting to greet me. He seemed like a perfectly nice man to me and almost everybody agreed with me except Mr. Jillumeinetia (jill-ume-ine-tea-a). Mr. Jillumeinetia was an old man who lived on Stony Ridge in a rickety old termite infested shack.
Approximate Word count = 772
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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