The following journal was found discarded in the grand canyon on June 14th 2002. It is dated back to 1982
June 27th 1982
Well according to my watch it’s been about 40 hours since my tour guide got bit by that snake and died, that poor bastard. Anyway, I been wondering around this god forsaken canyon for the past 2 days trying to find my way out, or in hopes someone comes to my rescue and finds me. Whichever comes first I suppose. Anyway I found this notebook in his knapsack, so I figure in the mean time I can keep my mind occupied and jot down some shit. I guess I can start by talking about myself, that’ll pass some time I suppose, and in case I die – haha that’s a joke – someone can find this and know my life story – not that my life is worth talking about, or reading for that matter. Anyway my name is Richard Spark but my close friends call my Richie, let’s see. I am an author of horror/thriller novels, and actually had a best seller back in 1973. “The Road” was the name. I’m not going to go into details about what that book was about, well because why? I am the only who will ever read this Journal or whatever ya wanna call it. I am going to be found soon, and be home in no time. At which point I will burn this book. The only reason I am writing in this is too pass time while I rest from walking… Anyway moving on, I am 47, once upon a time I had a family, yup the whole 9 yards, had a beautiful young wife, 2 beautiful children, (daughters). And in one instant everything I held dear to my heart was stripped, gone in an instant. Where you might ask? Damned if I know, come home from work one day, (that was back when I still worked at the calculator plant down on Chester Avenue, just next to the old Crispo gas station, where old man Bob worked) anyway as I was saying, came home from work one day my wife and kids were gone, nowhere in sight. All their belongings were gone, I assumed she packed up and left my ass. Why? The fact that I was a mentally abusive alcoholic MIGHT HAVE BEEN the reason, but who the fuck knows I never got a chance to ask her… Well anyway my wrist hurts from writing soo much. I will continue in this tomorrow I guess (If I’m not found by then, which I am quite sure I will be.)
June 28th
Dear Journal, As you can see (or read ha-ha) I was not found yet. NOPE. I am still out in this vast nothingness wishing I had a big juicy steak. I am hungry. I only have about 4 snicker bars, a twinkie, and a gallon of water in my backpack. I found a half-eaten bagel, and a half of gallon of water in that damn guides’ bag. Tom. His name was Tom. Why did he bother bringing a half-eaten bagel with him on this hike? A hike, that’s what I am doing here in the first place. I set out to do a little research on my next book. I’ll spare myself writing down the details of that book. For one: my pen might run out of ink, and then what will I do too pass the time, two: my wrist hurts when I write too much, and finally three: why bother writing down what I already know when I am the only one who will ever read this. Anyway I ramble on too much. I set out to do a little research so I came down to Arizona, and stopped in a little one stoplight town called Shohoe. So anyway moving on, I was at the local bar in Shohoe one night, and I ran into this gentleman, Tom Landers was his name, or so he said. We talked for a good 3 or 4 hours, took turns buying the drinks, talked about our life’s, he was a captain in the army until a medical discharge sent him home packing with nothing but the clothes on his back, and a few dusty old war medals. We swapped stories about what we did for work. He said was now spending his “army-free” days of giving people tours around the good ol’ Grand Canyon. He asked if I wanted a personal tour of the “big sucka” as he put it. Me never even seeing the thing up close, only in pictures agreed to the trip. So we set out the next day. (now 4 days ago) One thing led to another, he told me about a “special secret spot” that’s not on the standard tour map, very few people know about it, but it is stunningly beautiful he said, so we set out on his quest to find the “Special secret spot” we found the damn thing alright, only the asshole got bit by a fuckin snake, leaving me to rot in this place with no map on how to get back, or nothing. So now here I am wandering this god forsaken vast emptiness ALONE. While good ol’ Tommy Boy lies dead at least 10 miles back (probably being eaten by wolves) That’s not a very comforting thought. But fuck him he got me into this mess.
June 28th (later that day)
Well, I just woke up scared shitless and sweating like a motha fucka. Heard some kind of growling noise, must have been a wolf or something, but I don't know if there even are any wolves in Arizona? I definitely have to google that when I get back, anyway whatever the fuck it was that made that startling growl is gone now and good riddance. I doubt I’ll be falling back to sleep anytime soon though. Because even though IT is gone, there is another growling I hear…. And that one is my stomach.
June 29th
So been 4 days now since good ol’ Tom left me to rot in this hell hole. – no pun intended when I say hole. – I ate up the rest of my food last night. – If you can call 2 snicker bars, and a hard half a bagel with moldy cream cheese food.- I know I should’ve conserved my “”food”” longer but what the hell, I was hungry, and besides no biggie today is the day ima get outta this place I can feel it. After all I can’t keep walking forever and keep finding nothing. I mean the Grand Canyon isn’t THAT big. Right? Besides that surely SOMEONE will come by these parts sooner or later. (Hopefully sooner rather than later) I mean Tom wasn’t the ONLY tour guide to give tours, there must be others. Perhaps there is a tour going on right now and MAYBE there not that far away, (that is a real comforting thought, I have hope) Well, ima put this damn notebook away, and start making some ground if there IS people out there right now I don't wanna miss them.
June 30th
Dear Diary, I didn’t find my way last out night, nor did someone come to rescue me. So much for having hope I guess huh? Load of shit. Although i do have some good news to write down. I finally ate something. Yup I was resting against a big rock and I saw a bird swoop down from the sky and rest it’s little legs on the ground, I picked up a large rock that I found sitting on the ground next to me and tossed it with all my might at the fucking thing. SMACCCCCK, ah what a lovely sound it made. The kinda sound that fills your heart up with joy, and satisfaction. Anyway I hit it right in the fucking head, bulls-eye. Nearly knocked the damn head off. I used the lighter I had in my pocket, made a small fire, cooked the sucka up and waa-laa had a good meal. – scratch that. Had an AWESOME meal.
June 30th (later that day)
Feel sick as shit, been throwing up the past 3 hours, must’ve been that damn bird I ate. Hope the little bastard didn’t have some kind of disease. That’s the last thing I need is to be stuck here in the middle of nothingness no food, very little water, and to top it off a sickly disease? Ugh I need to get out of here soon, I might die if I don't.
July 1st
Well, I am feeling a little better this morning thank God. I guess I threw up all of whatever it was that was making me sick. I assume it was the bird, maybe I just undercooked it or something I don't know. I’m just grateful that the sickness passed, I can’t afford to be throwing up all my fluids, I need em. Well, I guess I better start walking, I have to be coming to something sooner or later, can’t keep walking forever
July 2nd
Dear Journal, I am fucked. No one came for me yet, nor did I find my way out of here. I can honestly admit I am starting to worry more, and more. I don't wanna die here.
July 3rd
Okay, I think I am seeing the truth now. I’m not getting out of here am i?
July 3rd (later that day)
Well, it rained, so at least my water supply is back to full, that’s a good thing. Food is not that important, as long as you have water. My water stash was running kind of low so I was beginning to worry. – Now next all I need is for it to rain hamburgers. – ahaha
July 4th
Hey, happy inde – fucking – pendence day America. How are ya? I am doing greattt, yeah couldn’t be better, here I am sitting in the 120 degree heat in the middle of the Grand Canyon, no food. Little water, and no one around for as far as my eye can see. Yup could NOT be better.
July 4th (later that night)
Well, thank god the sun went down, what a brutally hot day today was, I am afraid I drank the last of my water during the severe heat wave. So if it don't rain soon, or if I don't find my way out of here I am afraid I won’t be around much longer. Nope, good ol’ Richie will be pushing up daisies by the 8th. 3 - 5 days without water is all the human body can last, and in this heat I am not sure I will even have that long.
July 5th
Dear Diary, I was rescued thank god, I am sitting on a hospital bed right now getting all the fluids I need from the I.V and am currently waiting for the nurse to bring me my supper which consists of steak, mash potatoes, string beans, and a soft warm buttered roll.. Nah I am just kidding, I wasn’t rescued, that was only wishful thinking on my part, =( trying to keep my mind active. Here I am sitting on a cold hard rock, in the middle of nowhere, awaiting my eventual death. I am no longer hiding the fact that I could….. MIGHT….,, ok, ok, ok, I’ll say it. MOST LIKELY die out here. Dam, it hasn’t exactly hit me yet, until I just wrote it. I might DIE, Jesus Christ I got to find a way outta here.
July 6th
Dear whoever the fuck is reading this. I fell off a 6 foot cliff about 3 hours ago and broke both my legs, stupid me I guess huh? I was running trying to find something, someone, anything, when I heard a sound behind me I quickly turned around while continuing to run, but saw nothing, all of a sudden the next thing I know I am freefalling, then boom. Came crashing down. 6 feet isn’t really much of a drop, so I musta fell on the perfect spot for me to break my legs. Well what can I say? I am in a shit load of pain, I haven’t eaten since who knows when, my mouth is dry as shit, and yeah. I swear someone BETTER come for me soon, I doubt I’ll survive much longer.
July ?? Something
Dear Reader, if you find this journal next to my remains, please fuck off and let me rest in peace.
Julie 83rd
I am going to fuck a duck
Julies 198
I somebur but when he took off his hat…. I mom don't come in I am getting dressed…. What I must be….. hi mom pass the peas please…… getting delirious
Ju 384
My ass hurts…. Fuck you man, you’re not such a nice guy,
Juuuuju
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