Okay, so I think I’m misunderstood, I assert many self-professed Catholics are moderate (by which I mean lazy believers and practitioners), and pedophile priests are doing the Lord’s work.
Who freaking cares? I’m just one stupid werewolf in a big stupid world.
Nonetheless I hope I’ve stated my case for posterity’s sake, because I can’t write much more – my hand is cramping. I have to write this down because I can’t actually talk to anybody about it. This pad of paper is my psychologist’s couch. I hope you understand what a weird feeling it is to always keep everything bottled up. There is literally no one in the whole world I can tell this to – well, that is, and allow them to live.
Even though I’m a werewolf I won’t be around forever. Yes – all those vampire and werewolf novels about supernatural beings being immortal are wrong wrong wrong wrong. My best guess is that we werewolves only live for about two centuries, that’s it. My back hurts all the time. I’m getting old. Hey – even black holes eventually evaporate away into nonexistence.
Tomorrow will be time to move on. Indeed, the life of the werewolf is peripatetic. Somewhere not too far down the road is another church, another congregation, another something I can be a part of.
So as I was…
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