A Troubled Man with a Violent Past.

By Daniel Buck-Burgoon

This book is a fictional story of a man who had a good life. The short summery of his existence would be too much pressure of his peers and difficulties of life to drown him in his own sorrow and sink him in to one of the worst troubles any one could bare. His pressures and habits would cost him his rights and freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456757229

Daniel Buck-Burgoon

Hello my name is Daniel Burgoon. I am 36 years old and live in Sacramento California. I wrote an auto-biography with a company called XLibris publishing. I love baseball and math so much its like a second nature as well as history. I work hard day to day with myself on my personal issues of self confidence and self esteem. My doctor and I find new options for releasing my deepest fears and to channel my angry thoughts to positive events of joy. I have made a lot of big mistakes in life but who hasnt. I write because I can and that is what I like doing. I am a guy who will tell you like it is and wont beat around the bush. I collect specific items to feed my cravings of what I didnt have as a child. Its a kind of obsessive compulsive disorder problem I have. I qualify to write this book because I am worthy of being an author that has a vivid imagination to create lots of different and new stories. Yes my life is in shambles most of the time but I am still here. Like Albert Einstein said but in my words...Dont worry about the difficulties of life I assure you that mine are greater. Sincerely to you, the reader, Daniel Clarence Buck-Burgoon 2011

Book preview

The incident

I killed a man. His name was Brian Lawrence Smith and he didn’t deserve it. The incident was very fast and violent. I swiftly grabbed a ball bat and started swinging viciously and violently with all of my might. Blow after blow I wailed him until he lie still not moving. The police came to arrest me and I told then every detail of how the incident had occurred. We started to tussle then I had got a hold of a baseball bat and did the damage. The incident was ugly and gruesome and I had no place in society with the sin I had committed. I knew I was in hot water and would be for a very long time because of the incident.

1957

I was born on January 7th 1948 in Chicago Illinois to Sherry Anna Jenks. My father was killed in a plane crash transporting supplies to Chili from the U.S. when I was six months old. His name was Joseph Clark Potter. We were a small family being just my mother and I were involved with a small Christian church that helped a lot of war veterans that needed assistance. Anything from food to clothing the church would try and help. We had a lot of cold winters and the months sometimes went by very slowly. The year was now 1957 and I was a young boy in need of a father figure with no guidance. My first taste of trouble came to me at an early age. I was caught for stealing candy form a local market and was let off with a slap on the wrist. The summer came and more trouble would follow me as I should say. I had met a group of boys on the south side of Chicago who said they would take care of me if I did them favors to better them in the long run.

Toppsie Green

The summer of 1958 I was still running with the same group of boys from the south. Chicago has a lot of different ways it can change a person. The group of boys George, Frankie and Ralph had me dropping off small packages in a neighborhood where I stayed with my mother to older men in fancy automobiles with fancy clothing. The men would pay me money which I gave to Toppsie Green our leader and he took care of us by a cut. I had started to save a bit of money to myself and the other boys knew this. I was a ten year old drug delivery boy. I never knew what was exactly in those packages but I had an idea. One day other boys had seen me coming out of a soda shop and confronted me because they had seen me buy a drink with the money I was making. They had told me to give them my money or be beat up. I refused and they beat the crap out of me. When Toppsie Green found out he assembled his gang and the hunt was on. I never saw what happened but was told that Toppsie and three other boys had found the robbers. Two out of the three boys who beat me had suffered severe head injuries and the third needed eight stitches to his stomach from a knife wound. Toppsie Green assured me I would never be toyed with as long as I was with his gang.

The pale faced man

During the summer I ran a lot of drops is what we use to call them and made descent money