I miss you he says. I'm going to come see you soon he says. But nothing he ever says is really true. He has two jobs. Lives with some woman. Who has a daughter. She doesn't take direction. She gives them. Strong. Sturdy. Stupid. He was a super hero when I was young. Funny. Free. Fake. Not to old but not a super hero any more. Empty bottles used cigarettes. T.V. always on. But no one ever there to listen to the deep humming. He calls only when he's emptied to many bottles. Depressing. Mean. Tears. That's what my house Is like when that super hero comes calling.