Post #127908 by Gigantalope on Mon, Nov 29, 2004 9:02 PM

A friend of a friend of mine was a famous bully. He lived in Oklahoma, and was in bar fights very often...of course he played football, and while not good enough to be a pro, he eventually got a got to college, graduated, and settled back down in his hometown as a teacher.

His stories were incredible, but verifiable, and all tru. (Beating up bars full of people etc)

At the time, I was finishing up my undergrad degree and had written a story about him, which I sold to a Instructor who had it published in a textbook.

I made him out to be a complete moron...The prospect of him finding out (or one of the people he beat up reading about him in his semi ficticious life ) delighted me.

Over about 5 years just as a hobby I went to great lenghts to make him belive he was famous for being an subliterate idiot.

I sent carfully made newspaper copies from far away countries with comics about him (and they looked like him) in with the other comics. I sent him a gifts from other ficticious people who "Just read he was a real person" often with cards in foreign languages. Dozens of postacrds from all over saying he was so funny, or a comic genious. I used his name for everything that would be odd and free to sign up for.

I won him a Mountain Bike, and once a drum of mixed grubs from Pro Bass Shops.

I even made bronze images of his face in a class (the other side said "Oklahoma Krugerand") which I sent to his his place of work...But not to him...His image was saying "I thought I told you to shut up"

I even phoned him a few times...and he sounded enormous. (I had only seen photos of him)It was like fishing knowing you have something dangerous on the other line.

Oh boy that was sure funny...well...then anyway.

[ Edited by: Gigantalope on 2004-11-29 21:04 ]