The Hobbyist
By: Timothy Law
Dan, Sam, Tim, and Tam. Three letters, only three, where so many more reveal the actual truth. Daniel, Samantha, Timothy, and dear beautiful Tamara. You always remember your first, but when you get the taste for it, it really is a difficult habit to give up.
Many more followed after those first, special four, you can't stop when you've found a hobby you love. But every sweet moment, every whimper, whispered plea, all good things must come to an end eventually, or so they keep trying to tell me.
So now I find myself wrapped up in this damn jacket, plain walls of a padded cell. Lucky for me none of you can kill what you don't understand, and I'm so far gone that none of you can work me out. I think they call this a stalemate, can't move forward, can't move back. But I promise you this, one day I'll find the perfect move and the game will be back on again. Don't forget that I still have a whole alphabet to slay. How I hate those three-letter nicknames, I just love to hate them so much.
I'll wait, I'll behave, you'll see. Oh, you have a three-letter nickname? Maybe one day soon, you'll wake up, and there I will be.
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