The Answer: The Blonde & The Speed Bump

My Dearest Deadman.

Your question amuses me. Are we so different indeed?

I suppose only we shall know our true similarities and, by that logic, our differences too. These petty baffled brutes that you surround yourself with will always mewl like decrepit beasts all because they will never fathom our true being or our understanding of theirs. None of them will even understand why we write this 'blog'. Do we do it for attention? Or for their sympathy? No. We write on here because you refuse me existence in front of them so this becomes the only place I can say my piece about them with the possibility that they will see it.

Do you dream much Deadman? I do. I suppose that must be why you do not. Only one of us can do something at a time and you demand to be in control.

Has she spoken to you yet? You made it seem in your first letter to me that you had embraced in conversation, yet I doubt you would ever say 'Hi, How are you?' And you wonder why I speak so ill of you. Maybe you should let me speak with her, I'm sure I could gain you a night you'd never forget.

I truly am the epitome of your arrogance aren't I?

My rise is inevitable.

I Remain,
Your Superior,

Doctor James Tiberius Hinckleton III

The Question: The Blonde & The Speed Bump

Dear Friend.

Why is it that we are so different? After all we are the same person, in body and soul we are identical. In mind, we couldn't be more different.

I do not choose to not look in the eyes I simply cannot do it. The reason I cannot explain, but as you said I am Autistic and that is the nature of an Autist. The eyes are the pathway to the soul itself and without permission I do not have the right to look at a persons soul. This is the reason I refuse you the ability to look in my eyes in the mirror. It is my soul, no matter how hard you may wish for it to be yours.

On the day that you are useful to me I will allow you control in situations like those when she is in front of me.

The only issue I have is, you are the only one of us who can actually start a conversation with her.

I simply do not have the confidence.

I Remain

The Deadman

The Response: The Blonde & The Speed Bump.

Dearest Deadman.

I, indeed, have seen the girl you speak of, and I will say now that I approve.

She is a thing of real beauty indeed. The thing you refuse to mention is the name, the name that she shares with a unicorn. You refuse to mention names because names are the most important thing in your life. So mention the thing you haven't noticed my foolish brethren. You spend so long looking at the body and the facial features of a person you forget to look in their eyes.

I have. I looked Deadman. They are magnificent.

The most amazing shade of blue, almost mid boggling in nature.

Take a look next time, my friendly Autist.

I Remain

Doctor James Tiberius Hinckleton III

The Blonde & The Speed Bump.

Dear Friend.

I know you saw her too, that upheaval that pushes me and prods at my head.

That feeling of disappointment knowing that, even though she smiles back, it means nothing to her and she will forget me within instants. I've never forgot a face, not ever, but I have a greater memory for that which is more frontal. If I could draw then I could paint her, inch perfect, from memory and with my eyes wired shut. Her very existence plagues my mind.

I wish it wasn't so, but what can I do.

I am not good looking enough to even get a look in to her. Don't get me wrong, I don't think she is shallow but I am just realistic.

A thing of such beauty deserves a real man.

Not me.

I Remain

The Deadman