Damnit Bastard
I feel like I owe you an apology. First off, I'M ALIVE! It's a miracle. I've been on a secret mission in all my wonderfulness seeking a cure for Super Hero's who've lost their mojo or lost their way. Am I making any sense whatsoever? No? Good. You know how I hate being figured out. I have moods, you see. Moods that make me moody. And the crap that's in my head I don't always want to put on here – although maybe I'll scare you one day and put it all out there. Have you ever been in a mood and it's such that you didn't even want to talk about it? How about for, say, a month or twelve? Don't you just love me even more? It's a characteristic of my dashing personality. Yeah, yeah. That's it. I'm an enigma even to myself and I'm considering hiring a private detective to get to the bottom of it. Well, the warm weather has not only brought out all of the neighbors and their yapping dogs, but also these- I w
