over the years pete had started a business. wentz publishing co.

pete wrote a book of the adventures of the brave and strong patrick stump. it was, of course, a best seller.

he even adopted a young boy. he had blond hair and blue eyes. he always had to wear glasses.

his name was patrick.

he did everything patrick would have, he pushed his glasses up the same way and he wrote with his tiny right hand. he was very smart, just like patrick.

everyday little patrick grew up, he reminded pete of his old lover.

soon little patrick grew up. he had his own family and made his father proud.

pete was a grandfather by now, and he had a grandson by the name of patrick the III.

pete had told his son about his lover and it seemed as if patrick would live on forever.

even when pete wouldn't, as he lies on his deathbed. his family surrounding him and he smiles at them.

"patrick," he whispers. his son moves forward and sits down beside his bed. "something I was told that I want to tell you."

"yes father?" patrick says.

"you've got to keep on keeping on even with the feeling that you're gonna keep losing."

fin

so long and
goodnight