Thought I heard someone saying my name on the street today—but I don’t know. Kept walking faster. I grew up outside of Reno, but you never know when someone who you don’t want to talk to will appear from the past. Besides, I’m trying to ease off the pornographies, and to be reminded of where them urges appeared—from naked woman leaflets littering the ground—would incite me to log on to ole’ aol. Which I tried to cancel awhile back because funds were low but some bright salesman talked me out of it because of all the free pornographies I can download.
Things that sound like my name: Kill that tree, hangin with Mr. Cooper, Timothy Cooper, Took her for a loop or…, Super Duper.
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