How long has it been? Who knows? Nobody. Not even you. Not even me. It's really not unusual, that the writer knows so little. We're more like glorified storytellers really. We tell you a story, simply as it happens. That's all. How can one expect you to know all? The few I've met like that - they never last long.
No time to wade in their sorrows though, we've a tale to tell, of lifetimes never known.
