It's Been a Pleasure

I was like a zombie for the next couple of hours, trying to process Kujo was finally free, back home, and on the slow lane out of my life. I knew I should be ecstatic and thrilled. For once in my life, I’d achieved what I’d set up to do. And it was no less than releasing a captive being back to its home unharmed, safe and sound. I’d had a lot of help, yeah, but I’d done it! That alone should’ve made me feel happy and proud of myself. Yet, I felt like crap. I’d grown too fond of Kujo for my own good, and now I felt like I’d just chopped one of my hands off or something like that.

And there was something else scratching the back of my head. The next day I’d be back to Blotter Manor all by myself. No more adventures, no more thrills, no more one-night stands with dubious celebs. Everybody would go back to their lives, and I would go back to my silent, solitary existence, in which nobody, living or not, had any need of me.

Ok