The Life of Clyde part 1

One of the many questions I get about Clyde is how did you meet him? Well I am here to answer this question. Clyde was born in late 1990, ummm... on July 4th I think he told me. Hold on, here he is now. Yep it was July 4. Ne way, when he was groing up with his friends such as Phil Ehrup and Justin Tyme and his cousin Jack in the small trucker town of Clyde, Ohio, life was as good as it gets. They skateboarded at the loading docks in the summer, and snowboarded the many hills in the winter, and they found time every season to go to Clyde's other cousin Roscoe's house. Roscoe was, and still is, about ten years older then them, so he knew all about the fun stuff like skateboarding, scooter riding, and of course his collection of m80 firecrackers. Clyde would spend hours at Roscoe's house terrorizing the neighborhood with their homemade potatoe launchers shooting m80s as far as five blocks. Clyde says those were his best memories. One day, his friends decided to go to the circus. This was when Clyde was 10. While they were visiting, though, Clyde somehow got seperated from the batch and was kidnapped by one of the circus people. He was forced to join the circus and become a tight-rope walker. He continued in that miserable trade until he discovered something grand, invisible paint. He collected bug spray, deterergent, and any other chemical he could find in hopes of making some weapon to escape with. One day, in frusturation he mixed it all together and there it was! Invisible Paint! This was when the circus was in our city, and he decided to escape just in case the paint became visible again. He escaped only after easily beating up everybody who had captured him. He soon realized that the paint would not wash off, and took to wandering around and looking for food, and anything that would help him get back to Ohio. (To be Continued)

Meet Clyde (Introductionary Post by Darselo)

The origins of Clyde begin somewhere in the head of my brother, Dren. Clyde would say his origins are in Clyde, Ohio, but the rest of us know that's just where his roots are. Clyde is my brothers imaginary friend who has acheived amazing recognition and popularity for an insubstantial person. To my absolute astonishment, people in Dren's class not only tolerated, but actually encouraged the concept of imaginary friends, Clyde in particular. I understand there was a certain spiked egg nog incident that has gone down in the books, and most skiiers and snowboarders know that Clyde is responsible for all bouncing and most of the stopping of ski lifts. It didn't take long (a single marking period of a literature class) for Clyde to be joined by a motley crew of characters (which would be Roscoe, Jack, Justin, Phil, and of course Dren is in on it too) and be a part of enough strange happenings to star in a writing assignment on his life. And then another, and another. Which brings us to the purpose of this blog: to spread the knowledge of Clyde and all other invisible friends to the world. So, meet Clyde, and if you turn your head approximately 87 degrees to the left, meet your own invisible friend.