The Adventures of Buck Wilde

The Legend Continues

Yall know the story of Buck Wilde or at least you think you do! You heard a story, you heard my story, you heard about my parents, my grandparents, my home town and my college adventure.

But there is so much more to know about me than my college adventure.

Welcome to Buck Wilde: The Legend continues, one of hopefully many tales of my frivolous post-college adventures! Before I jump right in I will do my best for the folk who have never read my previous tales, to introduce myself! My name is Buck, only because the lady processing my birth certificate decided so. The form she received only had one obscene word written across the entire paper. This employee of the state did more for me during her shift than either of my parents ever did for me their whole lives.

As you may have figured out, assuming it doesn’t take a rocket scientist, my parent’s first parenting mistake was their last. As a baby, I was quickly transferred to the care of my grandparents! My mother’s parents, of course, my father hadn’t talked to his parents for six years by the time I was born, my mom hadn’t talked to her parents since they became my guardians.

After being taken away from my parents as a baby I was raised by my mother’s parents in a small town. The main discomfort I had growing up was that my mother was white and my dad was black, making me mixed but I take more after my father. This particular town had no other people of color. Dealing with this, and my out-of-touch grandparents turned me into a wild party animal.

As early as I could remember I began to tell myself that I should have a ball in this fun little town because once I turned 18, I was never going to return! From a young age, I have been determined to turn my life into that of a Rockstar and never stay in the same place long. If you have read my previous story then I hope you’d agree that I had a BALL in that boring small town, and even though there were some mishaps I found my way to a wonderful university!

At this point, that small town and all the college madness were out of my head! All I could think about was SUMMER VACATION!

Lucky for me with the last week of senior year coming to a close my guy Eli had the perfect plan for our summer.

Eli The Guy

The hook-up for The Paradiso Islands, my guy Eli came in too clutch with the trip we would never forget! Surf dudes always love to surf.

I met Eli at the beginning of the semester in an English writing class! He was wearing swimming trunks, flip flops, a tank top, and had his hair shaved into a tall Mohawk. He stood out in every way but had this smooth demeanor! He just strolled into class wearing shades, his tank top was bright green, orange, and yellow, his swimming trunks were pink, purple, and blue! He was tall dark and athletic, and he came to sit by me. By the end of that first class, we became really good friends. Eli was a colorful, wild guy in appearance and his personality. He was a party animal who loved to swim and surf and among a few other things he loved to read. Me being a party animal, daredevil, and having a good sense of humor made it easy to get close to Eli!

Eli loved to read romance novels and he was always talking to a different woman and making her smile. Throughout the year we grew closer and closer and had a whole lot of really good times. Eli was always talking about surfing and the beach, and always excited for summer! As summer got closer and closer Eli had chosen his destination of choice and had devised an excellent way to travel in style.