I am at my Cafe of Solitude. The last remnant of the planet Pimpton.
Since I am retiring from my superheroics, I guess it is perhaps best that I take some time off. And just let it sink in.
Man. I love superheroics. It is selfish, egotistical and conceited, with a lot of manipulation of the laws of physics involved. A lot of psycho-kinesis.
All in the name of forwarding my story. The story I tell myself. That in this mundane world, I can still stick up for principles and ideals greater than me.
But you have to know and accept when it is time to fold the cape, and hang it in the closet.
From now on, I guess I'll just be flying business class. Muahahahaha!
