I don’t know where I’ve been. I’ve been living inside of minutes, cardboard boxes, car seats, backpacks, sad feelings. I’ve been nothing much of anything. I’ve been pretty pathetic. I’ve been acting like I was tough shit. I’ve been nobody in particular. I think soon enough I’ll just become the sum of all of my misdeeds. And then everybody will forget I existed. I will be the infection in your leg. The bad taste in your mouth