Another Letter

    Another Letter to Readers:

    Come to find a hero from teenage years should have had a kid back then. There is thing about certain types not wearing condoms and other types not letting them pull out. I should not have interfered with anything and they would have a kid, and my life would not have been watched like a weird informant. 

    I refuse to offer a son this day, but he seems different. Either way, I was nice enough to make a painting for there to be less pain. Reminds me of Hades now, that is the only one I knew to ever want to fuck tar knowing what it was and how it acted. 

    Either way my mind is single, again. Sad but single, not ready to chaste mingle. 

    I will be alright. No worries. 

    Back to work soon enough. I have let thoughts and possibilities ruin too much of my life so far. 

    Now what will we do??