I've been wondering what exactly to post here. There's really nothing significant enough in my life to interest someone in reading about me whine about it, you know? However, as of late a terrible tragedy has struck me and the one I used to hold dear.

For as long as five, wonderful, marvelous, and overall spectacular minutes, my poor comrade, (god rest his soul), brought me not only comfort, but nutrition and sustenance. I refer of course to my one true love, the bagel.

It all started around six or seven minutes ago. I was browsing the BBS when I began to feel rather peckish. My grandmother had recently acquired some foodstuffs from her local Dunkin Donuts, and they were now taking residence on the kitchen counter. I dug my hand into the bag, and pulled out my recently M.I.A. friend. Plain, with nothing on it. Just like Mama used to, (and still does), buy.

Me and what I had at the time called "Mr. Banks Esq." retreated back to my father's office to lurk through the murky depths known otherwise as the General forum.

Whilst I was wondering whether or not a link to what was supposedly a site containing "...everything your heart desires..." was in fact meatspin or possibly a YouTube video of Rick Roll, my hand lost its grip on Mr Banks Esq.

I heard it hit the ground, but when I looked down to search for it I found I could not. It had mysteriously disappeared.

While I was writing this, I feel I have come to grips with the departure of the best friend I may ever have. Whether he ran away, or was picked up by a hungry rat, or whether he's sitting under the desk, neglected and half-eaten, I dare not think about.

Where ever you are Mr. Banks Esq...I hope you're happy.

With love, your eternal friend,
Charlie