Let's get one thing straight. I'm not the bad guy in this story. I'm actually the main character, bet you were expecting old bucket boy right? Anyways the bad guy in this story is Wily Wonka. Yeah I knew you wouldn't beleive me. Nobody ever does. They all want to praise that deranged old man like he's some sort if hero! But he's totally crazy! Sigh. Looks like if I want you to trust me I've gotta tell you the whole story. But first let me tell you a little about me. I live in Idioho. Born and 'raised' here. My mom is an alcoholic. She tries to cover it up like I don't know but I do. My father is a deadbeat. My mom isn't a shining example of good parenting but at least she tries. All my dad does is read the newspaper and go to work. Their names are Doris and Norman.Ugh. Sorry gusse I should tell you my name. It's Mike Teavee. Last name is a bit ironic considering I love television. Ever since I've been young I've wanted to make it on television. That's why I pull most of my stunts. The doctors try prescribing me pills due to my ADD and ADHD symptoms. But honestly it barely helps. I am who I am. Gusse the world doesn't like who I am since I've been on house arrest since I was 9. (Hey I had to see if the shank worked!) But that's all you should know from now. This is the tale of how my life changed forever. How I became a loser, how I became a freak. This is the tale of the Golden Ticket Contest...