After Beauregard's, I went to college. The place is gone now, destroyed by a fire, so I won't bother telling you the name of it. I went to college to become an elementary school teacher. I graduated and got myself a job at the elementary school that I used to attend. Soon after I began teaching, I met Mae again. She was just as beautiful as I remembered her and she still didn't take any of my crap. I ended up seeing her again because her daughter was one of my students.
Soon after I found that out, I quit my teaching job. I then traveled around the country, never staying in one place for too long. That's where most people tell me that they feel sorry for me. I tell 'em not to be sorry. That time I spent traveling was some of the best spent time in my life.
Once I got back home, I did nothing for the longest time. Just didn't feel up to it. Then one day I picked upa piece of paper and a pen. I began to write like crazy. It just poured out of me. The finished project ended up being a story of my life. Only, it wasn't about me. My main character was like me and did the same stuff that I did. Mostly.
The book ended up being a flop, but I don't care. If it would've been successful, then I would've never been left alone. It's better this way. Trust me.