The Difference Between You And Me {Petekey}
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  • Reads 3,395
  • Votes 286
  • Parts 27
  • Time 6h 25m
Complete, First published Dec 11, 2016
It's the year 2143. Mikey Way has the privilege of working for Flasch, a company that works with the newest technological innovation: Travelling. Time travelling, that is. One night, he receives a call from his brother, Gerard, who needs a place to stay, and refuses to answer as to why. And Mikey loves Gerard, he really does, but Gerard refuses his money and any other help, and Mikey just can't take it one night, and takes an unsupervised trip to 1923, and it's pretty sweet. But eventually he needs to get back to 2143, until he realizes: he can't.

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(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.