DREAMS AND MEMORIES OF A LOSER

Jo is my sister, we share much on the castle, and here we are, after a long day of pleasing everybody else, pleasing each other, hugging each other to sleep.

Simple and though, so pleaseant.

Dreaming of new adventures, remembering old ones, recent ones, aching all through my body, a normal feeling for me. If I have to count my real fractures, my real beatings, or how many times i was slapped to the floor, made shut up, yelled, grabbed from my hair across a room, i coudnt count them, there are too many.
So when they say what do i do for a living, I wanna answer "professional looser". smiles.