I can think of a time when I was younger. . . My father used to be around. I was maybe seven when I learned my mother was murdered two years after I was born, I wasn't really attached to her like most kids would be to their own moms, so it didn't come as a shock to me when I learned about the truth behind my mother's apcense. I wasn't really close to my father either. I guess he just thought he would be a bad father to me, so, he drifted.

It wasn't until Christmas day that I found a present under a tree that my father had packed and left for bigger and brighter things. . .

If I see certain land marks from places I've been after my father left, I can faintly recall accounts where I've seen some pretty messed up things. Weird things. . . And I always thought it was just me.

For one, my old neighbour what's his name. . . Ah! Old neighbour Mr. Johannes. He was a pretty old fellow, about 70-75 years of age as of past occurrences, he changed. Instead of a normal old man, I could now see a young guy! He went from 75 to 21 in a day! I didn't even recognize him at first until a girl that used to live nearby called out to him for some gardening advice.

Then there was the other time I saw some women grow fangs and jump three stories into her house. . .

The high school bully was really hairy too, he had ears after awhile. When I asked the other kids if they saw anything funny like ears or a tail on his head they just looked at me oddly. Don't blame them now.

And that brings me to here and now. . . After a few years of struggle brought upon my dad leaving, I'm back on my feet. . . Well, slippers, drinking coffee from a cup that says:

Awesome ✅
Taken ✅
Batman ✅ ✅

. . . Life is good. . . EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AGAIN!!