If I’m supposed to be shocked or surprised that I’m “fictional,” I really hate to be a disappointment. If you want, you can consider me a little jaded in that regard.
There’s already an extremely invasive book series published about my life anyway. Don’t even get me started on the conventions.
I appreciate having a roof over my head here but I need some help so I’m hoping someone will be able to give me information. I’m looking for my brother. His name is Dean. He has an unhealthy love for red meat, pie, and mullet rock.
Dean, if you can read this, I’m here.