Seeing as I havent been on. I owe some sort of explanation *cough cough*. After devoting the rest of my time to screwing off instead of thinking, being to tired or bored to think, my story progressions began to dwindle. But a couple weeks ago, something terrible happened. Despite some of the harsh and angry things I have said of him, my old man and I were two peas in a pod, very close. But a week or so before the end of October, he suffered a seizure, his brain lost oxygen, and he went into a coma. A week later, on October 29, at about 5 pm... he died. I still cant believe it, still. Every night after work I wait for him to pick me up in the truck. I wait for him to tell me to get my ass up and get ready for work, or for bed, or for whatever we are doing today. Right now, at 1:40 A.M., I am waiting for him to drive up in the truck, open the door and walk in, see me and ask me why the hell am I still awake. It hurts so much to think my dear old man is gone... But that is why I am no longer here. If you honestly want me to stick around, convey through ~Kailantay. She does live with me after all, and frequents this site.
I still do draw. But the Cage of Dreams is so far along it would take a good very many lines to catch everyone up with it. Thanks for reading this far.