My 'My Buddy' complex

My buddy, a timeless 80's classic for many young boys and girls. Somehow misleading young boys to believe that this wasn't actually a two-foot doll that a girl would play with, that it was simply your buddy. This stylishly dressed character with snazzy overalls and rad red hat became a friend for the friendless and an all around good guy to be around. Personally, I took him pretty much everywhere I went, except the bathroom, that would have been pretty awkward…for a number of reasons…one being he never really blinked that much in all the time I knew him.


I *heart* My buddy


Everything was fine and certainly dandy between my buddy and I, playing in the dirt, riding my big wheel, swinging on swings…sliding down slides, etc. etc. then, after a trip to my uncles house for a sleep over with my 2 cousins…my buddy turned out to be not such a good guy after all, you think you know someone, sheesh. The reason for my new found paranoia as a child…Childs Play, namely "Chucky", to this day the name makes me cringe with fear and want to hide under my bed.

This is said Movie:


If you're not familiar with the Childs play series, the basis is this, all the adults refuse to believe that Andy's (a young boy, not unlike myself at the time) little chubby faced doll, Chucky, was indeed the repository of a serial killers soul, that's right, a serial killers soul has taken refuge in a little boys doll, anyway, all of the adults pay for not believing. The horror. The horror. Oh yeah…this happens 3 times

Anyway, the point of this article is to show how after watching this movie my very existence and childhood was ripped from my little hands and I was suddenly an adult fighting the great evil known as Charles Lee Ray and I would stop at no cost to defeat him, or at least stop him from killing me…also…why did my uncle play such a movie? Bastard.



Now, the trip to my uncles was a pretty normal trip, playing GI-JOES and Nintendo, being loud and eating junk food. Until, my world as I knew it came crumbling down with a loud crash, symbolized in a young doll named Chucky. From beginning to end, I was terrified of this devilish doll murdering everyone in sight, so terrified in fact that I would not go up stairs of my uncles house on account of my cousins having their own My buddy (chucky) doll…so I layed on the couch…no sleep was had by me.

The next morning I was generally freaked out, also having little to no sleep I wasn't exactly in good spirits. So, when it came time for me to go back to my own house, I was more then reluctant, on account of my very own my buddy doll waiting in my room plotting my death…with a large knife, I assumed. I could just see him pacing back and forth waiting for me, I also had assumed he had killed both of my parents by now in some horrible manner with lots of great one liners and gags. I screamed and kicked all the way to my house. Finally, at my house…my parents were clearly alive but for how long? I immediately dashed in my room and grabbed the doll and threw him in my closet, which somehow made me feel safer…I didn't open the closet for the rest of the day, even though all my best games were in there, dammit!



That night, drifting in and out of sleep with dreams of my 'my buddy' doll running out of my closet and tackling me in some sort of brut/doll fashion and trying to choke me to death…little sleep was had.

Next day… Woo Hoo! Time for school, I was never so happy to go to school in my entire life. I promptly evacuated my room with haste and tried not to make too much noise so 'he' wouldn't hear me. School day was great, didn't think about it all day, until I got back to my house and the most traumatizing experience of my life was about to happen, as I got into my room…there he was, big blue eyes, still not blinking, sitting right on my bed. He had somehow escaped from my closet and was sitting very proudly, I dropped my Nintendo bookbag (it had Mario and Zelda on it, it was pretty kick ass) and ran screaming out of my room.

This was the beginning of my 'my buddy' complex and surely was not the end.



For the next week or so, I would stop at no cost to hide, kill and destroy my buddy but somehow he always ended up on my bed again…fixed and ready for another round. I somehow forgot about him for many years and I don't really remember seeing him after a few weeks of trying to murder him.

Finally, a few years ago I was rummaging in my basement and once again came upon my buddy…only this time he was naked…I don't know what he was doing all these years, I quickly threw him in the garbage and I haven't seen him since but his horrible memory still lives on and haunts me wherever I go.


This is me and My buddy before watching childs play.

This is me and My buddy after watching childs play.

This is me hiding him in my closet with all my good games. dammit!

And this of course was his great escape, there was many more to follow.


I can only assume he is, right at this very moment, living on the streets or junk yard still plotting my demise, or he has been burned mercifully and the soul of Charles Lee Ray has inhabited yet another toy doll that I am unaware of and he's hunting for me as we speak. Only time will tell . . .

Rest in Peace my friend...wherever you are.