BUBBA -- The Italian Mob Trucker

By Jessica, Lizzie, Nathan, Sarah, and Marck

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Bubba, who was born in Italy, moved to New York for a few years, and then down to Alabama for the rest of his teens. This story begins with the beginning of Bubba’s…um…life change. He was walking along the Mississippi one day and a tree unceremoniously fell upon his head. Ever since, Bubba has done some strange and occasionally amusing things.

After getting hit in the head, Bubba had a sudden subconscious urge to turn his footsteps towards the nearest diner. While walking to the diner, a big trucker came by, offering Bubba a ride. Bubba, being foot sore, readily agreed. It was during that ride to the diner that Bubba learned his life’s calling.

He dropped out of Kindergarten, got himself a totally-awesome camo hat, and started driving! As he drove, he would stop at every store he saw, and try on all the sunglasses on display. Because of this, he never got a lot of work done, but Bubba really didn’t seem to mind. His first assignment was from Alabama to New Jersey. It was never officially finished, because somehow he ended up at a campsite at Jordan lake in North Carolina, where some members of TCC Seahawks were camping out for a few days.

At first, when the swimmers saw him, the swimmers just stopped their Mafia game and stared at Bubba, mouths hanging open in a very uncivilized fashion (after all, they WERE homeschoolers). Bubba grinned and struck a pose. “Yo!” he coolly exclaimed in salutations.

Nathan blinked, a beat went by, Sarah snapped a picture of the posing Bubba, and the click knocked Nathan somewhat back into his senses. “What…is…that?!?!?” He asked no one in particular.

Bubba said proudly in his unique Italian/Yankee/Southern accent, “It’s a trucker who loves sunglasses!”

Then Bubba invited himself to play Mafia. Before the 15-18s had a chance to confer (since otherwise they never had a say in anything those days…especially in coffee matters), Chandler started the game again. “Everyone go to sleep,” he declared.

The participants all closed their eyes and lay down their heads, only to all jerk a moment later when a large snore came from the chair where Bubba had situated himself. Chandler proceeded narrating the game over Bubba’s snoring.

Alec was the Mafia, and when he awoke, he pointed to the snoring Bubba without even being asked who he wanted to kill…

And that’s as far as it got before we all left!