The Story of Roosevelt Collins (unfinished)

By Trevor A. Keveloh

O, o, what a story this is my dear friends, ladies and gentlemen, people of all ages (kind of, not really, more so like mature without an age discrimination; fuck could be said) here we have a wonderful, fabulous, sexy and sweet story about none other than Roosevelt Collins. 

Who's Roosevelt Collins you ask?

Well, let me tell you where and how the story begins. 

Roosevelt Collins, or as we call him, Roose, is a tale, a story, an epic journey about the life of a man who was once seductive, classy a true gentleman and ladies man, who fell victim to the whores of life, the addictions of hate and greed, the awfulness of being a shitbag, but then who eventually saw the light and began to erase his inner demons and find the light again.

Roose was born into a nice family, a large family, with many siblings ranging older and younger. Roose was special because in his home, he was the only child with blue eyes. When he was born, his mother and father looked at him, deep into his eyes and knew he was special and not the special where he needs help putting his shoes on, but the special where he would change peoples lives forever.

We are going to start this tale when Roose was 17. He was in school and had a revelation about life, women, the world around him, work and even the most prolific way to eat and enjoy movie theater popcorn.  His epiphany was based on the morals he had for himself and the people around him. He fought for what he thought was right, was good, was positive and denounced anything that was hurtful, that was harmful, that negatively effected people. He took that knowledge, that change, that charisma and he used it in the best possible ways, especially with women.

He was known to woo them with love, affection, flowers, gifts, pure sincere honesty. Whether it was a lady of the night, a random bang during a vacation, a girl he laid with for a while or even a steady fuck or eventual girlfriend, he wooed them with everything and anything they wanted in their time together. Roose was always a gentleman in some way or another and this ultimately laid groundwork for what would eventually be a destruction of his life.

Roose spent the next several years as a nomad traveling from city to city, town to town and wooing women of all races, colors, creeds and hairstyles. When Roose was in the desert he came across a group of men who were more like savages than gentleman. The problem was they all looked more than just appealing to women, they acted appealing, they came off like true gentlemen, but they were all savagely whorebags who preyed on late night activities to seduce these women. Roose fell under their spell and his life changed. 

Roose spent the next several years as a savage and became destructive towards himself and others. His attitude had changed for the worse thinking that any and every time he would go out gallivanting thru the night, he wanted to lay with a hussy and leave before she woke. He no longer wooed women, he no longer kissed them deeply and passionately, he no longer left "it" in them to feel the explosion. The attitude that he became was one that left women wanting more, but not from him. He left a not to lasting impression in all of these women, a sexual adventure to say the least, but morally just shitty. 

Then one day he met a girl that would change it all.

Her name was Delilah and she was the most beautiful, elegant, intense woman he had ever laid eyes on. She and long thick flowing brown hair that would move like a prize pony anytime she walked. She had the most imperfectly perfect body he had ever seen, she dressed as if she was always going somewhere important and had the courage and confidence of a queen. He saw her and HAD to talk to her and did. He approached her with a walk, talk, step and halfy. 

She denied him because she knew he was kind of a fuckhead and he knew that.

Roose felt as if this was "the one," and he did everything in his power to try and convince her that he was no longer like that and wanted to change, be a better man, not so slimy and shit. So instead of working to try and win the heart of Delilah, he worked on himself. He began pushing tin, he began meditating, praying, speaking with the Gods, he began to be reborn, minus all the gooey placenta and shit. He began to learn about himself internally rather than externally and decided that he would leave for a "Hajj to purity." 

Roose took a boat to a giant island off the coast that was a highly populated place for people that were both spiritual and kind of fucked up. It was where lost souls went to lose themselves and then gain themselves. It was a place of absolutely no judgement at all and if you were ever caught judging, you would be banned from the "Isle of Truth," for good, shipped off to the mainland. 

Roose became one with them. He learned more about himself in that time that he had ever in his entire life. He shook the hands of godlike men, he kissed the foreheads of newborn babies, he learned to play the harmonica and would preform 5 nights a week for the locals. Roose started to become not the man he once was, but the man that he always wanted to be. The women of the Isle feel deeply in love with him, but Roose was unable to bring himself to inserting his TOOL into them, he couldn't, he was saving himself for Delilah and didn't want the comfort of the women to tarnish his focus and goals. Sometimes too much vagina can do that to a man.So he kept his baby batter, his heart, his mind and his spirit intact and continued to fix, recreate and rebuild himself.

After he felt the time was right, he took a boat back to the mainland and scoured the land for Delilah. After months and months of searching for her, he found her, in a home, with a husband and family. He looked through her window and saw how happy she was, running around chasing 4 shitty little brats and cooked for a husband who treated her well, not that great, but enough for her to forget about Roose, to a certain degree. Roose watched and a tear drop, one single teardrop rolled down his cheek, onto his hand, slithering like a worm during a storm, onto his shoe and to the ground. He looked at the teardrop and began to cry. He sobbed, he fell to his knees and asked the Gods, "why, why me, why her, why HIM?" 

Roose felt awakened after that. Something woke up a part of him that he had never known. He had a discovery that was larger than life, this was more than an epiphany, this was the most incredible life changing event he could ever imagine. Roose knew what he had to do. So he set out to cross the land alone to start over.

To Be Continued...