Subject: Bio # 45
Omlor@aol.com
Date: Tue Oct 23 2001 - 08:07:12 GMT
Hey Rocky, watch me pull an autobiography out of my hat...
Again?
Nothin' up my sleeve....
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, I have squandered
my resistance on a pocketful of mumbles; such are promises. All lies in
jest. Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy, in the company of
strangers, in the quiet of a railway station, running scared, laying low,
seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the
places only they would know. Asking only workman's wages I come looking for
a job, but I get no offers. Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh
Avenue. I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some
comfort there.
Whoops. Hey, I already know this narrative by heart. Don't even need the
hat.
Now here's something we hope you'll *really* like...
--John
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