Pops was originally written many years ago. In fact, I first penned this piece when I was in the ninth grade. Don’t ask me how long ago that was because I won’t tell you. I made a couple of half-hearted updates to it since then, but it still reads like it is the work of a, well, ninth grader. So I’m going to give it a facelift, which will either fix a few glaring inconsistencies and bring it into the twenty-first century, or finally make me face that this story just wasn’t meant to exist. So, while I’ll leave up the original for now and work the rewrite in the background, be aware that it can change at anytime. Or just disappear into the ozone.