So, hi, I guess? I'm Forsythe. I know. It's a terrible name. But it's mine, so. I mean, what can you do? I've thought about changing it, but it's such a hassle and I don't even know what I'd call myself. I've been Forsythe my whole like. The Third, by the way. My grandparents thought it was a great idea to call their son The Second, and he made me the Third. It would mean more if, you know, we got along. But whatev. It is what it is.
Sorry. I'm rambling. I tend to do that. I get on a subject and it's like I don't know how to shut up. I know when. I mean I'm aware I should have stopped typing about a dozen sentences ago, and yet here we are. And I'm still typing. I'm a writer, that's what I do. But I'll stop now. because it's the thing to do. Right. This is me, stopping. Hi.