He had adventures, for a surprisingly long time; it had seemed like a forever-childhood, one where everything that could have happened to him — friendship, puppy love, heartbreak, warmth, family, quizzical looks from so many who didn't quite "get" him — occurred. He has stories. He is, now, at last, ready to tell them.
He sits down at his computer, smiles wistfully, and types
a novel
Ralph Wiggum
