I say to him Ive had a good break. My creative pen is alive and well.
Thats great he answers, but my life is still a living hell.
Hell never hurt himself, he assures me of that again and again.
Hes so creative and just like me with his characters. Smart, not yet ready to begin.

I just hate humans today he says, most likely expecting sympathy.
But I know him too well, and I respond, I hate humans every day and you dont see me complaining.
We sure can dish it out but we still can take it.
I try to be friends with the Cornflake girl and end up a raisin girl. Thats so quirky.

We share a special bond. I can say anything. To some degree we understand each other, even though you dont like to admit it. You confuse me sometimes but Im sure I do the same. Yeah, well always do the same.

10/01/1999

Author's Note: before we were best friends.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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