He's Just A Legend...

Or so you thought. But my old nemesis, Socklor, is alive and well, and has managed to track me down. I can only assume he uses the same technology that Santa used when he managed to find me that Christmas away from home...when he gave me that Nerf football I never asked for or wanted.

Past bitterness aside, this tactless bastard has risen from my past to screw with me. Displayed below is a drawing from 2nd grade when we were supposed to draw what we dreamed about the night before:

Now you may be asking, why, after all these years, would he have come back to haunt my face off? After all, for a 6th circle Dantenian reject (albeit I think he's in the unabrigded version) to visit me in my adulthood, it seems he would either have to harbor much ill-will or is just an ass and got bored. Perhaps this will help:


See also: That book I got from the scholastic book fair -


Dante's Inferno, 6th Circle, Canto 10:23-26

And on glowing coals walked the blaspheemers
Their underfoot coverings engorged by the voracious appetitie
Of Socklor, who, with trappings on either hand
Would preach his words in vile puppetry