So anyway, here I am, undercover, and there’s this girl, Louise – I plan to make her my lover. I can tell she wants me, yes, she wants me bad, but there are rules concerning that.

I am a superhero, we are not destined to be. My dear Louise, you’d be better off without me.

Once I dropped my glasses, dropped them stepping through the Music School door. The next thing I know, she’s bent over on the floor. She returned to me my glasses, and I thanked her in my seductive tone (which may have been a mistake), oh, dear god it was, because now she just won’t leave me alone.

I had a dream about her, about her wavy hair. I had a dream she married Dean, a boy from the St. Matthew’s gang. In this dream, I turned back into my superhero form and kicked his smoking, drinking, having sex ass back home.

Yes, I looked amazing, yes I could kick ass. Yes I had superpowers, and I could probably grow a mustache, but I have to think of Louise, and how her life would be.

She is better off alone, without me.