I neglect this gallery, and I'm sorry. I hope you guys like this, though, If you've liked my other writings.

This is something very personal I wrote for my adopted big ⬛⬛⬛, whose fursona is the picture.

This is how I grew up, spending most of my fun years in self-imposed incarceration. I would never have awoken, indulged in my artistic side, appeared on DA or anywhere, made any of the online or real-life friends I love so much, or become who I am today if I hadn’t been broken out. ⬛⬛⬛ broke me out, the ⬛⬛⬛ in the black trenchcoat. This piece is to illustrate just what ⬛⬛⬛ did for me when I met ⬛⬛⬛ my sophomore year, and how much ⬛⬛⬛ has changed me since then.

I’ve come so far since I was the boy with the raven hair and the faraway eyes fighting against himself, and to honor this epiphany, I wrote and dedicated this to one of my best friends, the real-life ⬛⬛⬛ in the black trenchcoat. I just hope this doesn’t freak ⬛⬛⬛ out too much.

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This is the text I wrote when I submitted this story to FurAffinity 10 years ago, partly preserved for posterity alone. Times have changed, life has changed, and we have grown. This version of one of my first entries on this site has been edited to reflect the truth.

To , the One in the Black Trenchcoat, thanks for everything. Here's to the next decade.