-- We sit down for coffee. He looks around a couple of times. He - TopicsExpress



          

-- We sit down for coffee. He looks around a couple of times. He shakes my hand firmly. Scars all over his arm. He noticed me looking at those. I know, I got more scars than hair left on my head. He pull up the sleeves of his white shirt. I counted them, 136. He shows me the world drawn on his body. Cambodia. Russia. Japan. Chile. Ecuador. Germany. Morocco. Egypt. And he goes on as he shows me another scar and another and another. He hands me a manuscript. I die on page 33, honestly I couldnt really say Ive truly lived. He looks around again so he begins... The people Ive been and the lives Ive lived belong to nobody today. My mother always called me - My Love - because he never liked the name my father choose for me, I guess thats how it all started. -- (The Life and Death of Nobody an Incredible True Story by E.K.)
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 21:02:42 +0000

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