Life of Clyde Part 2

Contunued from Life of Clyde Part 2. One day, Clyde walked down a lonely street one winter day. He looked around and saw small, yellow fire hydrant. Suddenly, an evil thought struck him. He ran into an open garage and came out with a wrench. He walked over to the fire hydrant and waited until a car or other target came so he could open fire, er, I mean water.
Meanwhile, a guy named Dren walked out of his garage with his snowboard in hand. There was about six inches of new snow on the ground and he couldn't wait to try it out, but wait! Something caught his eye on the other side of the street. There were footprints suddenly appearing in the snow by a fir hydrant, but no one was there! He put down his board and went over to investigate. He walked up to the hydrant and looked closely. Then he heard a creaking noise and saw one of the giant nuts turning. Uh oh, he thought and jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being sprayed with gallons of water. He heard the sounds of crazy laughter and looked up. Suddenly, a figure appeared in black and white, and then suddenly turned to color. Clyde will never forget the first words that I ever said to him. "What are you doing?"
From there began one of the greatest friendships ever. I brought him to my house to show my parents, and they told me I was wierd for having an imaginary friend. I guess they couldn't see him. Neway, Clyde is now reunited with his long lost family and friends, (who can all see him) and visits them on holidays and whenever his homemade gokart/car thingy he made out of junkyard parts and a skateboard deck works. His favorite things are snowboarding, skateboarding, causing chaos at public places, and stealing my pens and pencils at school.

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.