Epilogue

Dear Journal:

This'll likely be the last time I write something in here.

I'll probably be too busy working on new potential works of art to bother writing new journal entries. But it's a small price to pay.

Besides, I needed the money to cover the costs of a house Miraj and Darlene had their eyes on.

Nice little place across the street. Nothing fancy, just one of those cozy places you'd see on one of them cable shows.

Better than this crapshack, at least.

Chapter 17: Birthdays for Two

(Note: Today there are two entries, on account of the holiday.)

Dear Journal:

Did I honestly expect Miraj's birthday to come up again so early?

No, not really. But sure enough, it was here again. I got him his cake, he thought of what he wanted to wish for.

Didn't take him too long to figure out what he wanted. He was already blowing out the candles, and the whole age mess started up again.

Chapter 16: Peace of Mind

Dear Journal:

It's been a long time since I've been to the Graveyard. As in, way too long.

A while back, I remembered talking shit about the place. Now, I don't remember why I did.

Oh, right...Full of dead people.

But now it doesn't seem so...spooky bad. Now it feels more like a necessary evil to me. All the dead people need to rest somewhere.

That way, if you need to talk to a dead relative, you know for sure where they are. I needed to know that, at least.

Having been away from this place for so long, I had to remember where he ended up. I had a feeling he was somewhere way in the back.

Lo and behold, I was right.

Chapter 15: A Bunch of Change

Dear Journal:

I visited Lisa today. I can't believe she's already grown up.

Well, I can, since she and I were in the same graduating class, but still. I remember when we used to wrestle outside during recess when we were kids.

But these days, elementary school just feels like a really fucked up fever dream to me now. I guess Lisa sort of felt the same way.

Then she brought something else up. She told me by saying, "Oh hey, VJ! Guess what?"