Mark Benneton (Childhood friend): Bloody Knuckle Chuckles liked to bleed, and he liked to laugh. When it comes down to it, what more can you really say about him? I mean, he was a really great guy. He was just weird..... really, really weird.
Rachel Gold (Neighbor): I met Charlie when he was about eleven, maybe twelve years old. His family had just moved in to our quiet little street from the city. From what I remember of him from then, and believe me, it feels like I'm talking about a whole other person, is that he was the sweetest, quietest boy. His short black hair, if you can believe that, was always combed down niceley, and he would always stare at you, or at least at me, anyway. He wasn't much of a talker back then, in the beginning.
Angie Ford (Childhood Friend): That first day that he came to school, I remember having this feeling like, this is the one. This one's different. Haha, no way did I think that! Come on, I was eleven. I don't think I could even think those thoughts back then. Besides, even if I could, I wouldn't have. Knuckles was totally quiet until the accident happened.
Joseph Dennis (Father): I remember when we first moved in to this town. The sun beating down on us through the trees as we made our way up the street to our new house, the cool summer wind blowing my hair back through the hole in the Duster's window, and the look of hope on Lynne's eyes as we pulled into our new driveway. Yep, losin' my job at the paper factory was real hard times, but that look in Lynne's eyes got me through it all. That, and my son. He was everything to me. He was just the perfect child. He was well mannered, behaved, and good at sports. Hell, he was quite a handsome young man, too. He was just everything to me. And then there was Charles. He was there, too.
Mark Benneton: I guess looking back on everything, I begin to think, maybe there was something we could have done. Or, perhaps even there was something that we didn't do, that resulted in him turning out the way he did. Who knows? I mean who can say? What I can say for certain, is that we sure as hell didn't trust him for the first few months. I mean, would you? Charles Dennis, the guy had two first names! You just can't trust someone with two first names...
Angie Ford: Yeah, I'd like to tell you something about how rough Chuckles had it when he was growing up, but, honest to God, I just have no damn idea. I mean, I didn't even know the guy existed until the 7th grade.
Rachel Gold: I'd be sitting there on the porch in the middle of the afternoon, talking to my girlfriends, when Charlie would come walking by on his way home from school. Everyday he walked by. And everyday he was by himself, with his head down low. I'd never seen bring home a friend back then. He was always alone.
Mark Benneton: I only befriended the guy by sheer dumb luck. I happened to sit behind him in the classroom. The teacher had told us to get the phone number of at least one person next to us so we wouldn't miss any homework assignments if we were absent. Well, wouldn't you know it, somehow the other three people that sat around me all happened to be absent that day. It was almost as if fate or somethin' brought us together.
Rachel Gold: I remember the day of the accident like it was yesterday. I was sitting on my porch like any other day, and there came Charlie, walking by like any other day. Except that on that day, he was different. He was still alone, but he didn't have his usual down trodden look, and he didn't have his head down low like usual neither. In fact, he was laughing to himself. I didn't really know why at the time, but he scared me (I even spilled my lemonade!). I think it wasn't long after that that the kids started calling him that awful name, Bloody Knuckle Chuckles.