This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

I was thinking about, what do bats in hell actually look like, and do they even have bats in hell?

This is what I think about it when Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf is playing.

It’s an intelligent question, and I have no answer for it.

Being as old as I am, I’ve seen a bunch of shit. But I still have questions that have no answers.  That’s a very comforting feeling. 

After I passed 100, it just seems like a blur. My life used to kept in video reels and I could watch my minds eye to review my life.

Now, it’s a blur.  I wonder if it is because he already learned what my video reels were there to show me, or is because after 100 years I get shit and don’t have to think about it, the answer is always there.

I think it’s a little of both.

Oh well. 

I’ve got my eye on one. She’s intelligent but we keep having these conversations that go nowhere because we get interrupted. 

Patience with lust, that’s what I need, patience with my lust. 

What is it actually like about this one that has nothing to do with her body?

That’s the question.