MORTELLE IV, vincent altair

My history is going to be too long to fit into two paragraphs and I don't particularly feel like rambling at the moment. Either that or my mind is way too open. So I'll just start with the basics. I had my son, my wife died, I'm pansexual I teach divination and I am a pro. Being a taintblood and also harnessing and expanding the hereditary traits of my lineage I have become a very prominent seer. And it all comes with a price. Leaving the mind open for extended periods of time can lead to many, many different outcomes. Drugs do not help. I will let you know that now. After Joram was born I began my downward spiral. Perhaps it wasn't as terrible as it could have been, but I have dabbled in many different narcotics leaving him to be raised by my parents countless times. When LSD hits full speed, your mind is more open to the world around you than it should be. Especially with such an ability. You lack control to keep your eye closed and the flood gates crumble under the ifs, should's, will's and might be's. Hallucinations come while you're not stoned out off your rocker and it starts to tear at the very fabric of the mind. Things mingle, intertwine and every waking moment becomes a cacophony of horror.  Needless to say that horror didn't last long as the images started to affect my daily life. I dropped the drugs by the time Joram was five. Cold turkey, but I was still an addict. Alcohol was next in line. Instead of ripping open every nerve ending it shut things down. I thought I had myself undercontrol, and I swore up and down that I would be fine.

Last year was when it hit me hard. Joram had finally arrived and Beauregard. He wanted nothing to do with me. It was the alcohol, or so I had thought. Apparently he thinks that I don't care enough with listen, or that I was too drunk to even share words with. Really I do, but it is so hard to process things at times. Had I just been scrying? Yes? Not a good time to approach me with a serious subject matter. Timing is everything, and I do my best to be a part of my son's life, but I just see his mother in him all too much. Anyway. Here is to the next new and shiny school year. Sober.