Ok, apparently people do not believe me, so I feel like I should address the questions asked on the last entry I made.  So here goes, for Rossismyname:

1.  When I escaped, the first thing I did was track down Dick Steeley.  I found out that he went to Mount Vernon Nazarene University, and when I asked around, I discovered he had something called a Xanga site.  I got online at the public library (wow have they made advancements in computers and the internet since last I was on one!) and checked it out.  I realized that Xanga would be the perfect place for me to try to enlist some help.

2.  Why not go to the police?  Let me tell you why... I look like a rat.  I am pale and disgusting looking from being locked up so long.  Also, I have no real way of proving my claim, and I fear they would just lock me up in an insane asylum or force me to go through all kinds of psychological evaluations.  I refuse to let myself be put through that until Dick Steeley is brought to justice!

3.  The name of Brian Trexler has been tarnished.  From what I have heard about Dick Steeley, he is a rabble-rouser.  He seems to enjoy promoting conflict, and encourages disunity on campus.  That said, I am Brian Trexler, and I want to clear my name.

And for Cungyman:

1.  About my journal... I have an IQ of 175, and I received a 1560 on my SAT's and a 35 on my ACT's.  (another reason why Dick Steeley was so jealous of me... his IQ is barely 65 and if you asked him what the SAT's and ACT's were he would look at you as if you were speaking a foreign language)  I did not have to write my journal down, but rather I kept a log in my head.  My memory has never failed me in my entire life, so I have no reason to believe that it would let me down now.

2.  I never said I could see in the dark.  I had to feel my way around to discover where I was.  And yes, I totally sympathize with you about eating the candles... my first 2 weeks in captivity I couldn't shit at all.

3. And lastly, I can give you no good reason why you should help me or even trust me.  I just hope that you will give me the chance to prove that I am the real Brian Trexler.

I befriended Dick Steeley (for that is the imposter's name) while we were in highschool.  He did not have many friends and was an orphan, and I was a star soccer player, so I felt like it would be my good deed for the year, so we started to hang out.  I could tell that he was jealous of me, because he kept trying to imitate me.  Pretty soon he was wearing all the same clothes as me, had the same haircut, and starting calling my parents mom and dad.  I thought, this has to end.

However, Dick must have saw it coming, because he took the initiative.  We were walking home from school when he hit me over the head with a baseball bat.  He dragged me to my house and down the stairs into the cellar that my parents never used.  When I woke up, it was dark and I was disoriented.  It took me awhile to feel around to realize where I was.  Thankfully, my parents had a dozen candles down there, but unfortunately, I had no matches.  Long story short, I ended up eating the candles, but more on that later.  Also, when it rained, water would leak in and pool on the floor, so I had an adequate, although dirty, drinking supply.

So I found myself in the cellar, locked in.  Let me tell you, I was scared to death.  I felt around and found a bunch of baby rats.  However, to ensure my food source, I let them be.  I had just eaten a large lunch at school so I waited.... and waited... and waited.  Each day I thought about Dick Steeley and how I would get him back.  The thought of revenge is what kept me going every day.

So please, people, I BESEECH YOU.  Help me to prove that Dick Steeley, the guy you know as Brian Trexler, is a fake!!!  I do not want him to ruin someone else's life like he has ruined mine.  If he starts to get close to you, run away... I fear he may have already brainwashed Kimberly Miller... please... God help us all if that is true!

This may come as a shock to some of you, but finally I can let the truth be known!  I AM BRIAN TREXLER!  The Brian Trexler you know (screwedfrombirth, Trex, Trexler, ASSHOLE, etc.) is a fake!  He kidnapped me 7 years ago and locked me in his parents cellar.  Thank God though that there was a family of rats living down there.  I had to ration myself carefully so that I had enough to eat.  I mean, I had to let them procreate to ensure my food source, because I did not know how long I would be stuck there.

However, I have escaped!  Sadly, the Fake Brian Trexler has so decieved my parents that they cannot recognize me.  I mean, I have not seen the sun in 7 years, and I have been living with rats.  And you know, people start looking like those they live with... however, the truth can now be known.

Also, while i was in the cellar, I kept a journal of my day to day activities which I will start typing out on here so that you may understand my suffering and what I went through.

So please, I hope some people will believe me.  Join together and we can defeat the Fake Brian Trexler!  Please... I beg you...