I Always Read. You Know

It Was Only Then I Realized I Didn't Know The Name Of Elodin's Class. I Leafed Through The Ledger Until I Spotted Elodin's Name, Then Ran My Finger Back To Where The Title Of The Class Was Listed In Fresh Dark Ink: "introduction To Not Being A Stupid Jackass." I Sighed And Penned My Name In The Single Blank Space Beneath.

Hours Later The Blank Sheet Still Stared At Me, And I Beat My Fist Against The Desk In Fury And Fustration, Striking It So Hard My Hand Bled. That Is How Heavy A Secret Can Become. It Can Make Blood Flow Easier Than Ink.

I Do This So You Cannot Help But Hear. A Wise Man Views A Moonless Night With Fear.

It Gets Tiresome Being Spoken To As If You Are A Child, Even If You Happen To Be One.

Books Are A Poor Substitute For Female Companionship, But They Are Easier To Find.