Hello, I'm Mike Richards. I thought I'd put a little bit here to massage my ego a bit and tell you a little bit about myself. Well, to tell you the truth I don't feel like I really fit in here. I just don't think I'm very much like any of you, sorry. I quite like it though, even if you all have appalling tastes in music, so I'm gonna stick around. I don't really fit in anywhere else anyway, so I suppose it doesn't matter.

I live in Nottinghamshire in England, a county famous only for spawning a thief that probably never even existed. Anyway, I could go on about what a shithole my home town of Worksop is, but to tell you the truth I've recently decided it's OK. Hating where you come from is SO clichŽd.

So, I wrote a story. I apologise for that, and for any others in the future.

I'm not very exciting, I'm afraid. I was born into a boring, middle class family and my parents are still married despite rarely showing any emotions about each other at all. To be honest, although divorce is a no doubt tragic and painful for a family, I'm quite fascinated by the idea of a couple holding things together just so the neighbours don't talk, sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of bitterness and boredom. I live in a middle class suburb, so I see quite a bit of this sort of thing.

Sorry, I'm losing the plot a bit here aren't I? In fact, I think I'll leave things here while I'm winning. If you really want to experience my every inner neurosis and insecurity, I suggest you pay my website, The Black Den, a visit.

Platonic hugs,
Mike

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[The Black Den]

[princes]

[fairytales]