6.

Not many people know this about me but I’m a single Dad.  

This here is Tony.  I adopted Tony at least 4 or 5 years ago at a small-town fair in Pennsylvania.  His mother, Amy, left us, or more specifically me, to deal with the cost and joy of raising a child.  Tony started out as a goldfishling and has gotten big enough now where I’m contemplating another, bigger, 3rd tank.

When he leaves, I’m going to be so sad.  I have a cat at my parents’ house but I don’t see him (Charles) that much.  Tony on the other hand, when he goes off to that great fish-college in the sky - I’m going to be really upset.

He’s one of the only consistent factors in the past few years that I have some control over.  At least, love wise, maybe?  I’m not sure.  He’s a champion.

And I just fed him dinner.  Eat, you badass fuck.