I am merely one to whom things happen. Being a child of the country, mosquitoes harassed me all the long summer nights.
What's most important to me now is water, my complexion, and urinating. In bed last night, I kept my genitals to myself.
I was going to say something about the clouds, these brand new clouds. Now I'm tempted to see where a round of drinks before every decision will take me.
When people discover my rural roots, they inevitably resort to calling me Huckleberry. The day crawls by like a living document, the prettier for having forgotten me.