January 1^st, 2009. My name is Jesse Cochran, and I am going to be 16 on February 26. I live in a place called Shannon House, which is a group home. A group home full of autistic people, that is. I have no time to write; I have other responsibilities to do.

January 2. As soon as school starts again, I shall ask my literary magazine teacher about how it’s doing with my screenplay, "The Wars of the Lord." I just need to get some money for other books at Barnes and Noble. And the biggest problem with that is, it’s not a major publisher and I do not get the money.

January 3. It’s J.R.R. Tolkien’s birthday today. He is the author of The Lord of the Rings. It is he who I inspired my screenplay from. Now–I had gotten from the mail today an invitation to Person to Person–something that has to do with traveling from country to country this summer. It started with an "A"–and it’s something really big, too. However, I need to pay for it. I need the money from my screenplay in book form to pay it off.

I gotta go. I have to go to McDonald’s and the movies.

January 4. Three words: It’s. School. Tomorrow. And it’s snowing today.

January 5. I HATED walking up that driveway to catch the bus in that condition! They come up with the latest excuses to let me go by myself: The law says to have a minimum of two staff per group home. There are no animals (although there is a 75% chance one will eat the crud out of me). Get a hood. Get a flashlight. There are no gunmen (75% chance of one shooting me). All those lame excuses could get me straight to the hospital in less than no time.

January 6. A huge cold from what I described from yesterday.

January 7. I have so many imaginations in my head that I cannot put them down. They are clogged up like a toilet! In fact, I have so many more than Charles Dickens used to have.

January 8. I read in a newspaper that the White House was bombed last night. The bombers are celebrities. They get a lot of leeway for these things–because they have the damn money to do it.

January 9. I am watching wrestling with my other friend Mike, and I am seeing a huge Royal Rumble from Raw, SmackDown and ECW from the whole WWE. This is awesome!

I also watched a movie called Marley & Me, which is a somewhat comedy, but I only came for the tragedy in the end. Whenever it comes to dog movies, I am here for the tragedies. Whenever it comes to wrestling, though, I am here for the comedies. And, to complete Shakespeare’s triangle, whenever it comes to religious movies or history movies, you know what I am here for.

January 10. Bored all day. It is snowing a flood outside, and I wish I could shop somehow.

January 11. I received a letter from my third friend Peter, saying that he has data to prove that Bush is a terrorist. I asked him for the proof, but his staff would not allow it. But he did give me a sample of a formula that bin Laden’s using to put on Bush to make him a terrorist.

January 12. An FBI agent took the formula away from me, thinking I did something criminal and fined me. My staff did believe me, though–and I have a copy of the formula stored on my word processor.

January 13. Grandma (Jeanne) called me last night, and asked me questions about the formula and how it is making Bush a terrorist. At first she used to believe Bush is not a terrorist, and still she doesn’t–but believes that he is being made into one–and Obama is the next target. She knew the formula because it was being displayed on the news as a report that it was "Illegally gibberish." Grandma really did not want to have me as a prisoner (of course she was making sure I was found innocent).

January 14. Another thing popped on the news that had caught my eye. All of the state is making two prejudices–over 18 and under 17; and celebrity and normal person. Since I am not famous nor over 18, I have the lowest rank.

January 15. The newspaper had the following headline by the time I woke up: JIM CROW IS REBORN. I was like, "who the hell is doing this?!" Now there is proof that I found. Did bin Laden do his work? Did he find out about his formula being read by Peter and I?

The worst thing about it is that today’s Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday today!