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                        Box Man

If you are wondering about Box Man, and want to know about him, keep reading. If you would like to know why his name is Box Man, well keep on reading. So you should read till you know everything about Box Man. Oh and if you don’t care about Box Man, then that may hurt his feelings, so keep on reading to make him feel better. His life is already bad enough, why make it worse.

The day Box Man was born was on February 25, 1989. But there was something missing about him, literally. He had no head. All the doctors had was a box to cover up his missing cranium. When they put the box over him he, did not have any eyes or mouth. So, one of the doctors took a black Sharpie Marker to draw eyes and lips on the box. So his mom had the perfect idea for a name for him, Box Man.

Box man is now about 22 years old and lives alone. Box Man lost his  home and family when he was 2, because his parents were playing hide and seek with him in the back yard and Box Man lost his way back home and his parents couldn’t find Box Man ever since. Now Box Man lives anywhere he can find shelter, while searching for his home. Every once and awhile Box Man could find money on the ground to buy food and used clothes. Right now you could find him in Las Vegas under a road in the sewer eating a bagel with butter. Nobody likes Box Man because all he wears is a white tee shirt and blue jeans, well and a box on his head.

Box Man’s life was going downhill by the minute. He thought of his mom and dad which were all a blur in his little Box Man mind. He had been searching for his house for his entire life that he was missing.

Box Man wondered if his parents were looking for him, before he was just about to lay on the grass to take a nap with his newspaper blanket. A pink flier was being carried by the wind and floated by Box Man. Box Man snatched it out of the winds grasp to read it. It said ‘Job openings at the local Barber Shop, on 1.2.3. Street. Pays fast and easy money. No experience required. Come in on Tuesday afternoon to start.’ “Tomorrow was Tuesday,” said Box Man in his mind. This was the perfect job for Box Man to get a job and earn so easy cash to find some good food and maybe even his parents. So Box Man closed his eyes to go to sleep for his big day tomorrow.

When Box Man woke up the next morning he was ready to work. He started down the road to find 1.2.3. Street. It was about 2:30 when he found the Barber Shop. He walked inside to see a woman with a pink uniform on.

          “Hello my name is Shelly. What’s yours?” said Shelly. Box Man couldn’t say a word all he had was a mouth made of Sharpie marker. He had to act fast; Box Man didn’t want to pass an opportunity like this up. Box Man found a marker and wrote on the wall ‘Box Man’. “Well okay Mr. uh Box Man, I hope you can cut hair because this is a barber shop, so when the first customer comes in sit them down in one of the chairs and start cutting. Box Man waited for his first customer to come in. After about 15 minutes, a tall man with a mow hawk and tattoos all over body walked in to get a haircut.

“I need a shave can you give me one,” said the tattoo man. Box Man couldn’t say anything so he just nodded and waved the man to a chair. All Box Man heard was a shave from the man,  but he had no idea what that meant. So he picked up a razor and stared buzzing his hair right off. After about five minutes the tattoo man’s mow hawk was completely gone. The man left with pleasure. Box Man hoped he did the right thing. After about ten more minutes of waiting for another customer, a short, elderly woman with glasses and gray hair came in to get a little hair cut.

“Could I get a little hair trimmed off on my sides,” said the women.

Box Man didn’t really know what trim meant, so he gave her a thumbs up so it seemed like he had understood. Box Man helped the elder over to a chair and sat her down. Box Man snatched the razor and cut all the woman’s hair off. He was so happy that he knew he could find his parents in no time with all the money he would be making. After Box Man had cut every hair off the elders head he turned her around towards the mirror. “Aw, what did you do to my hair I’m bald. You’re crazy.” The woman bulleted straight out the door, instantly, Box Man’s manager Shelly came out of the employees lounge and yelled,

“Get out now, you’re fired!” Box Man ran out mad, that was his chance and he blew it. Box Man didn’t know what trim meant. Besides, the first guy looked happy. Why wasn’t the elderly woman? Box Man wasn’t even paid yet for the work he had done. So, all that work was just a big waste of time. Box Man wasted enough time there, and he needed somewhere else to make money, but where. Box Man had no clue what to do now. He was back to where he started, lost. Box Man started to walk up the street. After about 3 hours of walking non-stop, it started to rain. Box Man hid under a tree in someone’s yard. He was sitting in the cold, wet grass when he saw a light turn on in the house Box Man was sitting near. It was the owner of the yard Box Man was in. Box Man rose up with a smile, and ran to their door. Maybe he could get some food or even money. Box Man knocked on their door. About 15 seconds later, an 8 or 9 year old girl came to the door.

“Hello, do you need something.” Box man didn’t know what to do so he ran inside and nearly crushed the girl at the door. Box Man headed straight for their fridge to scarf something down his throat before he would die of starvation. The girl’s parents were sitting in their living room watching The Simpsons. The girl’s father looked over the chase he was sitting on to see a 20 year old, with a box over his head searching through their fridge. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The man took an old loaded antique gun off the mantle below the TV and cocked it. Box Man was eating and drinking some orange juice and a leftover ham and cheese sandwich at the same time. 

“Boy, you best get out of my house and back on the road in 5 seconds before I shoot that box off your head,” said the man, while he pointed the gun right between Box Man’s eyes. Box Man grabbed an apple and some pieces of string cheese and kept on eating. The man had the gun on the box. “I don’t want to do this so get out now,” he said nearly pulling the trigger.

“Shoot him now, kill him,” said the man’s wife. The man shot, and the bullet went right through the box. Box Man turned around to see the man shaking with a gun in his hand.

“Get out, now or I’ll shoot you in the heart.” Box Man stuffed some food into the pockets of his jeans and ran out the door before the man would kill him. The man kept shooting to scare off Box Man. Box Man ran till he couldn’t see the house anymore to catch his breath. He knew that they were not happy, but Box Man was happy he had some food in his stomach. There was a hole in the front and back of Box Man’s head about the size of a Dime. Box Man stayed on his feet running till he found a bridge to sleep under. It wasn’t too cold, so Box Man didn’t make a fire this night. Plus, he had just eaten so he didn’t need to catch animals for food. So he slept under the bridge till the morning.

When Box Man woke up he started right down the road that morning. After about three hours of walking down a sidewalk, Box Man came upon a big city with giant buildings, fancy cars, and pretty restaurants. Box Man didn’t know where he was so he looked up and saw a sign that wrote ‘You’re in the town of the famous paper factory; stop by if you have a chance.’ Box Man hatched a great idea to find his mom and dad. Box Man ran down to the old paper factory to find some paper. He dug in a trash can to find a red marker, and would make signs saying if you’re Box Man’s parents meet him at the dark alley by the paper factory. Box Man stuck the papers on to about 30 different lamp posts, and walls. After he was done sticking them on, he ran down the dark alley and waited. Box Man sat down in the corner of the alley watching mice run by, hearing car horns honk. It was as boring as watching paint dry. He had almost fallen asleep when he had heard somebody walking down the alley way. He thought it could be his parents. Instead it was just another homeless guy with raggedy clothes trying to find somewhere to lie down.

“Hey what are you doing here this is my rest spot. Were those your posters hanging on the light posts, because you’re parents aren’t coming for you especially when you have a box on your head? Now get out, now,” said the man. Box Man didn’t want to leave so he stayed put “Didn’t I tell you, get out. Find your own alley, this is my turf you box headed freak of nature. Unless you have food on you, there’s no reason you should be here,” yelled the man. Box Man almost forgot. He stored some food in his pockets for later. Box Man took out some string cheese and handed it to the guy. “Well why didn’t you say, give it here,” the man devoured it down like there was no tomorrow. They both sat happily eating food until they fell asleep.

When Box Man woke up, he saw that his homeless buddy wasn’t there. He looked around town a little bit to see where that man had went, but didn’t stay out too long or he might miss his mom and dad. When he came back to the alley there was still no sign of his parents. Box Man waited and waited and waited, but still no sign of his parents. He kept thinking to himself that they may never come, and they probably forgot about him. Box Man was not going to give up though so he kept his eyes peeled to see if they would have showed up.

Box Man had waited for about a week in his little alley. No sign of that creepy homeless guy and no sign of his parents. All he had been eating is lunch meat and string cheese. It was about a week since the posters were put up and nothing had happened. When he had just quit on finding his parents, he heard something. Almost like somebody was calling him. It sounded just like Box Man. Box Man stood up and started to run out of the alley to see if it was really his parents. When Box Man got to the end of the alley, he heard the noise coming from the right. Box Man was so happy.

“Could this really be,” he thought to himself as he was running down the edge of the road as fast as lightning. When Box Man was at the end of street, the calling turned to the left, so he turned onto the left side of the street. He could hear the holler coming closer and closer till he could see who was making the noise. It was his mom driving their car down the road. Box Man didn’t know what to do he couldn’t yell back, and he was losing speed. He kept running and running to try to catch up. He couldn’t pass this up, because it was his only chance to find his mom and dad. But how was he going to catch that car. He almost lost the car because he couldn’t run much father. After about 5 more minutes of sprinting down the road, Box Man was almost going to pass out from over running. When a miracle happened, there was a stop sign ahead. When Box Man’s mom’s car stopped, Box Man ran to the side of the door to see his mom for the first time in about 20 years. She had red hair, skinny, and tall.

“Box Man, is it really you?” She asked. Box Man nodded. Box Man’s mom opened the door and hugged him “Get in, and then I can take you home!” She said. For the first time in about 20 years, Box Man was happy.