One glad morning of 1988, in the city of Chicago, lived a man by the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a man of wisdom and courage, but he was the laziest person you could ever dream of. One day while relaxing in his recliner and working on his Apple computer, his wife Dame Van Winkle, stormed through the living room. She scolded him about not washing dishes, raking the yard, finding a job. Now let me remind you, Rip was the father of five children. Being the lazy father and husband that he was, he depended on the children’s social security check every month, He sold drugs, and he was a gang member. Dame Van Winkle couldn’t take it, so she scolded him every five minutes about his apathy. Rip finally got fed up with her attitude and decided to meet some old friends to smoke drugs with.
While traveling up the hill to his friends’ house, he had an altercation with two of his old clients about holding some drugs for him. After five minutes of arguing, Rip recognized one of the client’s face, it was his father he was dealing with. When Rip realized the old man was his father he came to a decision to not sale the drugs to him. While in the midst of arguing with his father, the other client tried to steal Rip’s drugs off of him, but Rip had pulled his pistol on the client and his father. At this time, Rip had his guards up and wasn’t about to trust anyone around him. Rip’s father then began to talk to Rip about putting the gun down. Rip was so caught up into what his father was saying that when the other client stepped on a piece of glass, the gun went off killing the client. The power of the pistol was consequently strong; it knocked Rip and his victim down. The victim’s blood was on his clothes. Rip’s head smashed into a rock leaving him unconscious for twenty years.
When Rip woke up he had noticed that he had a change of clothes on him. He had on his father’s clothes. He wondered how long he had been knocked out. The last thing he remembered was the victim falling...