I know nothing but the worst, repeat only the best and repel ignorance with zeal.
I used to capitalize on the circumstances but now I don’t remember how.
I am a beggar.
I am a protagonist.
I never eat stale bread.
If you were to ask me, I could recount the hours I spent in the labor camps of southeastern Brazil.
I do not rely on information.
I did not start a gang.
I rarely club.
I do not nod to farmers except in those awkward moments just before the elevator door opens.
I am a compulsive minimalist.
I am a body double
I repeat.
In my spare time I often times read aloud to a small group of domesticated animals and then knit baseball gloves from recycled plastic.
I am a rebel with out a car, a Francophone with no groove, and losing a collapsing assortment of astronomical facts.
I am simply a sapien because the word “homo” bothers me.
I wear cotton often and I love to make sense of the contents of shampoo bottles.
I am fond of large bodies of water and lovely thorough fairs.
I am not patient.
I am not kind.
I am not going to learn to line dance.
I am here to understate the obvious and make plain paper faxing a reality.
I was never once overlooked by a talent scout.
I will not stay put.
My candor is renowned amongst the elders of the great halls of Europe
I routinely suffer through tragic indifference.
I secretly wish I had a last name that was a verb.
I scarcely recall.
I have been the means to an end.
I have been the other guy.
I have been transported and subjugated by a surreal amount of force.
The End
