The Life Of A Ventriloquist

Journal Entry #1

My name is Adam McCalister. Ventriloquist, Adam McCalister. I've never been the writing type, but my counselor says it would be good for me to try something new for a change.
I'm supposed to be meeting my old friend Mike for a new puppet. Yeah, his name is Chester. Apparently he got him from a haunted house. At least that's what the press says. A pizza delivery guy spent a night in a house with Chester, BoBo and Kiko.
Apparently the puppets haunted him the whole time. Played games with his head. However, there was an additional one he added in there. A young girl. With white hair; one named Emily. They weren't able to find that one.
Being a ventriloquist, I would know perfectly well that there are no such things as haunted puppets. That's as bizarre as saying he seen a flying horse. But hey, what ever helps you sleep at night I guess.
It's 6 in the morning. I'm leaving at 8 to pick up Chester. Needless to say, as creepy as the pictures of him were, I have a feeling he'll be a big hit to my fans. Funny. I used to do this just for fun. Now all that matters is if my fans are happy. It isn't even fun anymore. I remember when I was kid. I would just sit in my room with my stuffed animals and pretend I was talking to them. That was when I realized I had the ability to speak without moving my mouth. I ran down and showed my mom. Those were the days. I miss them. I miss when this was fun and I wasn't always chased by screaming fans wanting my autograph or my picture. I guess that's impossible to ask for. Now that I'm "famous" I guess there's no going back. Just like Robin Williams or Kurt Cobain. They're still trying to figure out their cases. Both publicized suicides people would like to believe were murders.
I'm 29 years old and I'm not married. Mostly because I don't want to dedicate myself to someone and they turn out like Courtney Love or something.