The story so far:
Without due consideration, I watch from the place that is my living corders, a basement even with ground level, where I watch people with the inclination of a genius and the literary skills of a Hemeingway.
People who with little effort get thing done, the result- top notch, over achievers, ready for whatever, destny riders. Not me I'm anything but and of those people. I'm more like the one who will fart in public before a crowd of people and then say excus me. I'm nothing like Mrs Goldstean and her family, you know the Goldsteans, the one with the million dollar house with elevators in them, 8 cars parked in her drive way when you can only drive one at a time, yea those people. Instead I'm more common down to earth Ill talk to Simeon and even spend the night with him if he can put up with me that long. No he isn't a stranger he is homeless and smell like what your daughter throws away that time of the month.
I know I will do better one day but right now I'm going to be who I am and if you don't like it so-long you don't have to be around me, any way I'm looking for those Backspace people anyway I'm more like them!