the dying of one sinclair

i had an english teacher in high school—Mr.Meyer

loved him to bits and pieces, best teacher i’ve ever had to this day. it’s always the english teachers yknow?

he called me into his room one day and asked me over and over and over again what was going on, what was wrong, and i just refused to open up to him about it.

honestly one of my biggest regrets. someone REALLY tried and i rejected it.

he was moving to seattle that summer because his wife got a new job there so i wouldn’t see him again

the last thing he ever said to me was “use your powers for good okay?”

i would like to think that i have for the most part

anyway i said id let it do its work and never whine about it so never mind about this blog post.

if you ever see a mouse in a library or a book store, that’s me, say hi or leave me some food. be gentle with me.

anyways

use your powers for good.