I had always been a solitary child to begin with. An only child, shy, a bit strange I suppose. My few interactions with other children my age were usually with my cousins, but that was rare. I've always felt alone. I've always been alone. We all are, really. I suppose that day I stopped missing my mom when she left, I sort of lost that link with humanity that makes me really care about someone's presence or absence.

In the wake of such a massive love, such a magic drive to create, the longing stuffed me into its tight marsupial asshole and farted. The hood went up and my eyes sunk into little slits against the cold, stupid masses of New Yorkers. Life took shit after shit on me and I matched the donation almost every time.