Hi friend, hope everything is okay... I remember the last time we talked.. man I miss them times you taught me the ways everything there was to know..

Cold morning.
Sky spilling on the floor, marking the day’s first breath.
I stand before him—
the one, the only, Goon Master Insolence.

“Will you take me?” I ask, voice shaking.
“I believe this is the day.”

He gazes upward, eyes that dare to part the clouds.
“You must confess your sins,” he says.
“Rise again.”

“I will,” I answer.

“Then let us begin.”

The light breaks.
Heaven hums.
Pitter patter fades to echo.
Rain retreats.

All that’s left—
to dry.

When you goon,
let it dry.

who hurt kimo?

nerd