the story told not too often...

As many people know, i was born in Saudi Arabia. But what most do not know was my life as a jockey.

As you would expect, there is not a whole lot to do in the hot sands of Arabia. There were like 2 channels on tv that were in english. Most of the time they aired documentaries. Like the life of a seal or hermit crab, good times. My house was located on the perimeter of the compound and when you step out of the front door and looked to the right, two blocks and there was the endless desert.

It was a crappy desert too. None of the fun soft sand you see in that Disney movie Aladdin, it was hard sand almost felt like there was concrete underneath a thin layer of sand. No cool desert animals to be seen either. But i still spent most of my time in the desert. i found a pond while i was out there but it was fenced in. Turned out it was treated sewage. Good thing it was fenced in or i would have found myself in there somehow. Smelled pretty nasty.

While i was wondering one day, i spotted something. Looked like a mouse, but was hoping and had a fuzz ball on the end of its tail. Being a 12 year old boy i had to catch it. i chased it for a good 30 minutes and finally cornered him by some rocks...Then i heard something...

It was Saudis. Before i said a word they knocked me out. When i came to i had a cloth bag of my head that smelled of manure and i was riding in back of a truck. i was kidnapped to be trained to be a Camel Jockey...the living conditions were horrible. i lived in a traditional Bedouin tent and lived off of camel's milk and goat. Occasionally we'd get to snack on scorpions that have been roasted. It wasn't fun riding the camels either. i lost most of the races, i blame the camel...he didn't like me.

Luckily that life came to an end. The Saudi Government realized that kids were being kidnapped to be used as jockeys and the only reasonable thing to do to end that was to put in a new law. To ban the use of human jockeys and to use robots instead. After months of living as a camel jockey i was released.

All i was given was a dagger, some flint, and a hunting hawk. i named the hawk wilson. took awhile to figure out how to use him but i was catching lizards in no time. i would camp out by an oasis if i could find one and cook me some scorpions and lizards for meals. i used the smoke from a particular plant to keep myself from smelling horribly. Eventually i found a major road and hitch hiked a ride back home. That is the story of my camel jockey days.

Okay...none of that happened, but they do use robots for camel jockeys.