I've been a bit out of it for a while. I haven't posted in a few days. I know this. But there is a reason. If anyone has been watching the dialog between 7 and I, you'd understand.

While 7 has been wildly in love with Anya, he was nice enough to hook me up with her sister Tatyana. She's the reason I haven't been around. Just like her bigger sister, Tatyana LOATHES computers. Notice the big letters. I can't explain how much she hates computers. I believe that's because she was a part of that experiment to produce... we'll get to that later. She's a bit touchy about the situation and I don't want to upset her. Loathe the computer, yes. But she's far too willing to check it out to see what I'm up to.

I guess I got lucky with Tatyana. She's not at all overbearing or controlling. In fact, she rather docile. I can't say for sure, but I think it may have something to do with how I lay it down. Not the pipe. We haven't gone there yet. I mean my steelo, my swagger, my style. She was instantly in love with a brother. And so was I with her.

At first, she was hesitant to change in front of me. Not her clothes. Her physical form. Let me tell you this. She has no reason to be ashamed. In either guise, she is the sexiest being I've ever seen. The sounds she made while transforming were more erotic than any porno soundtrack ever made. I was totally enraptured. I was hers to do whatever she wanted.

Unfortunately, after her change she left for a few days. I pined for her as any man in love would. When she came back it was like the sun rising for the first time. She looked tired and at the same time completely re-energized. She fell into my arms and began to cry.

I didn't think you would be here when I returned...

Everything in me told me that this was the time to make love to her. I resisted. Instead, I brushed her hair, and sang slow love songs to her. Songs of forever. Songs of happiness. Songs of her and I. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke she was gone. There was a message left on the table. I guess she has to travel to Portland, Oregon to see 7 and Anya. Anya, being head of the were-clan has to approve of us. I hope all goes well. Until she gets back, I'll continue to monitor my empire from this remote location. It's the only secret she and I have. I didn't know how to break it to her. I'm hoping 7 will help me. (hint, hint)
I'll be in touch.

Fisk: OUT!

I love stuff like this. Women have way too many 'empowerment' songs. It's about time we as men started getting back at these chicks!

Hetzie, Angie, I still love you!

Fisk: OUT!

I am Wilson Fisk. There has never BEEN anyone like me. There will never BE anyone like me. If the thought crosses my mind, I can wipe out all traces of your pitiful existence. My mood can dictate whether you go home to your loved ones, or if you go home at all.

The day you began to read this blog was one of the most important days of your life. You began to understand the awesomeness that is me. You mark that day on your calendar so you can remember it and celebrate it's anniversary. To me, it was merely Monday.

Publicly you despise me. Privately you worship me. I am the Alpha as well as Omega. I am Yin, and Yang. I am the darkness within the light that compels you to come closer. You want to kill me, but you can't live without me.

I am Wilson Fisk.

Fisk: OUT!

All I do lately is bitch. This blog used to be a place where men could be men. I used to tell men the real deal on their women. I seem to have fallen off. I don't want to keep falling. As of today, I'm going to look back into my archives and see what it was that blog was all about.

I'm sure most of you already know about my lack of access to a computer, so I might not be here everyday, but I won't leave you. This I promise.

And just to keep things in their proper perspectives, if this thing with Anya's sister doesn't work out, Angie and Nightbug are back on my radar!

Fisk: OUT!

Hello Patty?

Yes?

Haven't seen you in forever. Wanna chill?

Sure!

Pick me up at the train station.

Okay!

So she does. Not only does she pick him up, she brings a man she hasn't seen in well over 10 years to her house. Instead of going to a local 24 hour diner and having a coffee then bringing him back, they reminisce into the night and end up falling asleep.

Why in the hell did she go upstairs and leave him downstairs by himself? I don't know! Why did I have to call her at 4 in the morning wondering where she was? Because when I got home her car wasn't there, and neither was she! At first I thought she might be getting her swerve on at some undisclosed location. Being the ball-buster that I am, I called to check. When I heard her groggy, obviously asleep voice I assumed it was game on. It wasn't. She was upstairs, and her car was gone!

So why do I ask what my superhero name is? Relax, I'll tell you.

By the time we had made the police report it was about 6 in the morning. We were tired, and upset. Not only did he steal her car, he stole a honey baked ham (see Hook, I need you!),all her alcohol, and MY LAPTOP! (hence, no posts in a while) At 11 o'clock, my sweetheart let me use her car to go to the city and look for Patty's car. (because that happens a lot)

I guess GOD was with us, because I somehow managed to find her car. In a strange plot to make money, most car producers make several cars of the same make in the same color. Weird I know, but they do it. Only intuition told me that the car I saw was hers. I admit, I lost it behind a few red lights as I was turning around. Only dumb luck must have made them come up a street I was about to cross. So I parked the car I was driving in front of the street they were about to exit, and got out. They tried to escape, but got blocked in. I was already on the phone calling the police. Somehow, the cops actually got there in time. The passengers and driver bailed out and went their own way and we recovered the car. 11 hours after it was initially stolen, largely in part to me, Patty had her car back! SuperNigga to the rescue!

Unfortunately, the laptop wasn't in the car. All my music. All my pictures. The only picture in existence of both my children together, gone. Even sadder, no way to recoup it. Why is it that I can always seem to help others, but no one can help me? No one said being a superhero would be easy. But it seems I've chosen my path, and however unselffulfilling (is that even a word?), I'll continue to walk that path.

Because I was selfless, she continues to have a life. I on the other hand have lost one of the things that was most important in my life. My ability to reach all of you and tell you the crazy things that go through my head is hard to place a value on. But it's something I need. Who knows when I'll get $600.00 to replace the laptop and another $150 for the external drive. But when I do, you'll be the first ones to know. Until then, I'll post as I can. I haven't left, I'm just a bit out of touch. Maybe SuperNigga should hang up his cape!

I love you all.

Fisk: OUT!