I hvae an addcition. I cna’t hlep it.
Yes, I’ev been staeling Matty Rj’s Hokoed on Phnoics becuase I hvae a prolbem wiht raeding and wirting. Dlysexai is a disaese, yuo konw.
Tyr as I mya, I jsut cna’t kcik teh hbait. I need Hokoed on Phnoics! I treid ohter tihngs: laerning my CBA’s, falsh crads, pertending I’m a frogiener. Ntohing hleps.
Btu waht’s wrose is taht I hvae a pschyopath insdie my slihgtly-dibsabled mnid.
“Yuo konw yuo wnat to use it!” Slyar mcoks me.
“On! Nevre!” I shuot bcak, frihgtening teh poeple aruond me.
“Yuo msut! Yuo’re a pahtetic, oervwiehgt lsoer woh cna’t splel. Yuo need Hokoed on Phnoics!”
“OoOoOocooOoOOOOOn!”
Slyar cotnineud as no-lookers ran awya form me, “Yuo tihnk Ryo teh Wtaer Clooer Gyu can splel?”
I thuoght abuot taht and siad, “Wlel…atcually he porbalby cna’t.”
“Ture,” Slyar amditted. “Btu he has lokos! He deosn’t need brians!”
Adn so I gvae in to Slyar’s tmeptatoin. I sunck itno Matty Rj’s room adn garbbed his Hokoed on Phnoics.
“C-A-T,” I repaeted. “Cta.”
I ma ahsamed.
Addiction is the refuge of a weak mind, Parkman.
Can I get some more morphine, please?
You want to borrow my knives?
Maybe you should just let Sylar read it to you.
Glo
Perhaps the Watchmaker's Son can fix you while he's in there. It's not like he's busy running government.