Does anybody else out there feel like a fraud? I suppose I was okay up until the second grade or thereabouts. They taught me to read and I read. Miss Gamon thought that maybe I should be double promoted from the first grade.
These days I don't do much of anything and I'm pretty good at it.
In between I've been asked over and over, "What do you do?"
I've passed myself off as a writer, a musician, an adult, a realtor, a hippie, a geographer, a promoter. I always look down and my palms start to sweat no matter my answer.
All I can tell you is that if I were a dog, I would be a mutt. My only aspiration would be to be called a good boy.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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