And that’s a far as you get on the subject.

This is still a family-friendly page. No details.

Well, let’s see.

The job I had as an atmospheric musician there was only a trial thing. The trial ended around the time I came to Ponyville.

Most of the ponies in Canterlot’s upper-end think they’re above working at a lot of places, so maybe I could have gotten a job as a grocer, a fast food attendant, or a floormare at a department store.

Tragedy is easier to deal with when you expect it.

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… I don’t have any better of an explanation than that…

I…

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Love… is a difficult thing for me… I’ve been through such horrible things… Ponies that seemed just as benign as you… Ponies that I loved…

I’m not saying I think you would ever hurt me. That’s not it at all!

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I know I’m capable of loving you. But I can’t lie to you, Boscov. It’s just… Not there yet…

I’m… I’m sorry…

In a strange, you’re-still-an-uncouth-immature-foal-for-the-way-you-asked, sort of way, the question does point to an underlying truth. My body isn’t as sensitive as it once was.

However, this is still a family-friendly page. That’s as much as you’re getting out of me one way or the other.

I’m afraid not, no.

I’m not much of a spell teacher. I’m really not even that magical. I’ve just practiced so much with amplification and manipulation that it comes much easier to me than it would to most.

Somepony like Twilight could easily do better than I with a fraction of the experience.

Let me give you two scenarios.

Either A) I haven’t, and I’m insulted you were even ask something so horrible!

Or B) I have, but do you really think I’d want to talk about it?

Well…

When Gilda left Twilight, I wanted her to stay here…

Heh… Mint is always going on about how I never let her give me any money… But I was going to ask her to help me pay for an addition to the house. A master bedroom with it’s own full bath that would lead to the kitchen. You know, somewhere to live, but still be independent…

Too late now, I guess… And Gilda would never have agreed to it. It was a stupid idea…

Um… I guess if you got me something small, like a vanilla frosty I’d accept it. That’s not necessary, though.

Not really, no. Compared to somepony like Twilight or Trixie, I’m downright pitiful.

I know quite a bit about it, though. Maybe more than Twilight in some areas.

Hmm…

Well, I always feel bad if I leave the house and forget to leave a note for Sweetie.

Worst would probably be when she was stranded at school for several hours. It was back when she still lived with Rarity, but I had taken her to school that day. It was completely my fault.

I wanted to just crawl into a corner and die…

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Okay, now I’m noticing you have blockhead in quotation marks, and I’m wondering if you mean… Something else…

If that’s the case, when that teacher accused me of cheating? I didn’t exactly take that well. Might have overreacted a little.

Nevermind that I was a hair away from knocking her right-the-hay out!

Since it’s over, I might as well explain. I was accused of helping Sweetie Belle cheat on her homework several times, which was bull-… Not true. However, that didn’t change the fact that evidently Sweetie was struggling in the classroom, but not at home. She knows the material, but she’s having trouble staying focused in class.

I had Sweetie tested for an IEP (if you don’t know what it is, don’t worry about it), but I sat in with her that time. She freaken aced the thing… She logically pieced together answers for material her classroom hasn’t even covered yet!

The school can’t give her an IEP if they can’t recognize a problem, and I can’t reliably stay with her all day.

So now, nobody knows what the hay to do.

I just dropped off Sweetie. Mint, I’m on my way to the hospital.

I try not to dwell on it.

Think of it like a sixth sense, an extension of yourself. It operates on a secondary… hm… I guess frequency? Than your physical body. If you use too much of it, you’ll get dizzy and exhausted like you’ve just run for too long, but it won’t last very long. I guess you could say a unicorn recovers faster from spellcasting than physical activity. It’s why a lot of us use it so much.

To more directly address your question, it just sort of feels like bending your knee, or turning your head. It’s like a muscle.

Okay. So I guessing everypony would expect me to say something super benevolent and sacrificial, right? But I figure this is my dream, right? Something I’d want, for me.

Okay, so dig this. Sold out Mareison Square Garden. Whoever the biggest name in rock is at the time, plus me on stage. Bonus points if they end up being, or currently are, renowned like AC/DC or Queen in their height.

Me and their lead guitarist have a rock duel to a special arrangement of the grunge instrumental Resurrection by COIL and the Ropeland Remix combined. I play bass on my Lyre and the performance ends with the Ropeland’s guitar/bass harmony outro.

Crowd can’t stop cheering to save their lives…

[Audible Sigh]

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That, will never, ever happen. But it’s fun to dream.

Nothing really matters.

If you do something that ponies will bother to remember about a hundred years from now, that just means there will be ponies who will put a negative spin on it.

Just enjoy life now. Maybe try to improve the lives of the ponies you know just by saying ‘hi’!

Law enforcement is controlled primarily by the guard. There are many, many branches.

There are a few police forces that function independently during day-to-day activities, but they still operate under Princess Celestia’s direction.

Also… You’re cool…