Back! Sorry... I got distracted for 4 months... stupid Facebook.

Wrote this today, in a parking lot, at a Goodwill. It's about a guy who bases he identity off only the names embroidered on the shirts he buys at Goodwill. I though it was pretty clever.

"They call me sales"

They call me sales, down at the Goodwill

No body knows my real Name.

come to think of it.

I don't either.

Yesterday it was 'Steve' on a windbreaker, embroidered, left chest.

Tuesday it was "Big Mack" on a bowling shirt, collar.

All I can tell you about myself is whoever I am, I must smoke.

There's an open ashtray and Zippo lighter in my car. The lighter

looks like someone hurled it off a cliff and at the bottom it was

peacefully greeted by a trash compactor.

The car is its twin.

Every morning I have the same thing for breakfast.

I think.

Cereal with no milk and three Newports.

Lunch is a trip to visit my self. purchase my identity.

I think I'll look for something business casual tomorrow.

That is.

If I can remember all this in the Morning.