Were you ever that kid, or did you ever see that one kid hunched over their notebook during highschool lunch breark. That was me. Can you believe the first half of this story was hand-written with pencil on paper. And...well I got kinda stuck with where the story would go at that half way point. I mean...I tried, but it wouldn't be until years later in university that I finally decided how to end it, in an odd self-critical sort of way. If you decide to read it all, you might understand. Or you might not. I think the odity of this story holds its own charm or maybe it just makes me nostalgic.