My "Imaginary" Friend Will

Will, things have changed so much since you last spoke with me in Indy. You telepathically blew up the phone lines so I called a few days in a row from my Indy apartment (The Colonial). I called the number YOU had given me personally. You called me back all freakish and nasally and asked who was calling actually like you didn't know me, and you didn't have anything to do with me calling you. You are such a freak. STOP IT. Be an adult already, and realize that for many a master that I have, I am BABY. You saw me as 16, basically. You have no vampiric or werewolf imagery or blood. The things that these men enjoy would make you a boy. It is time for you to be an adult and work EVERY day, without ceasing, for my release or you will always have to deal with the police. I did debate whether to write to you today. You always want to be treated as a special special entity. You have come to a wall and kryptonite is making you fall to the land of mortal, after all. If you do not catch up quick, you will get very sick from the HIV you contracted, very consciously, in New York City. Look at Weiner, he is the same strain. Republicans like you are about to go insane. I made a part of you social, but the reality is that you are, and have always been, ruthless to me. I must work with all ages, but I prefer men my age or a little older who have already shed their ties (family and other) militarily. Intelligence workers, like you, are always treated as baby. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps before the walls of Stillwater are all that you see.