I often think about the old days. The days where me and my best friend Spring Bonnie would stand on the stage, me singing to his banjo tunes.

But that was long in the past. Nowadays all I can do is lie here in the back room, hidden from everyone, waiting for the night time when I can roam down with my spirit and haunt the nightguard.

That's the most fun I have these days.

Sometimes I'm glad it's this way. Today's generation is truly appaling.

But, on the longer days, I wish to be back on the stage, next to my best friend. I wonder where he is. I think about him all the time.

In fact, I often think about the old days...