I used to be better at blogging, I promise...

Status update: I was not being punished for being a peon. As rude as it was my life was forcibly and briefly steered by forces beyond this plane of existence towards another direction. A good path. I know it to be true. I have never been so certain.

I am the housekeeper of a beautiful enchanted palace. Man alive, you oughta see it. It's got a swimming pool inside a swimming pool! My job is to upkeep the in between the now and the hereafter. I thought I was hard enough for it but it is difficult. They love me there, but for my sake I can not stay long.

In the evening I practice arcane wizardry in the cyberspace. My third eye has guided me there. To what end, I can not say.

And still the destination is not as vivid to me but then again it never was. Afterall I wanted to make movies. I was good at it but art doesn't pay the bills. If you're really good at it, it'll get you money for weed and pizza and that's about it. Yet my hands can't help themselves. Echoes of memories or perhaps inner most desires find there way towards my finger tips.

So what I mean to say is, I make things but I don't know if they are worth showing. Worth even less than the garbage that gets me noticed. As of late I've just been thinking about June. His story bubbles the bile in my gut and it spews out. Makes a mess that Dawn won't help with.

So before the events of the Grey Ship. Before Acey, Spacehead, and June enter the belly of the Royal Tower. Before June even met the green alien entity known as Spacehead. June was born as the son of a powerful hero. -

Maybe that's too far back. June dropped out of Boku No Hero Academia and went to public school like the rest of us. There he met a satyr not from this land (Hawaii) who had relocated to where June lived. She saw him sitting at the patio table by himself; they were the only two seniors there. She asked to take photos and intentionally took them while he was blinking or eating chicken tendies. And they just hung around and did funny things for the rest of the year.

Constants: they are always friends | She is always a satyr

Variables: He went to space and didn't come back until nearly a decade later

Is that all I have to say? I guess that's all I have right now.

-Slug