I am a homeless man. I am divorced. I have a daughter. I slowly losing my mental faculties, according to popular opinion. I am thankful for popular opinion, as I am too poor to buy tissue, popular opinion works just fine. I am unemployed and have grown weary of traveling with Credence looking for my wallet. I cannot remember where I lost it. I do continue to look for work to amuse myself with the application process. My record speaks for itself. My mugshots are a treasure trove of scientific fact on the manner of age progression and they have been confiscated by the Smithsonian on behalf of the F.B.I. I do not expect to ever see a royalty. I am currently under observation, and I hope that the next bunch of bananas they bring me are not green. I am hoping that I will find some great entertainment next to the sea. My escape plan is not exactly fool proof, and I did not expect it to hold merit since I wrote it. The road ahead for me is filled with unforeseen events. The possibility of earning money to write is enticing, yet I am more satisfied and content to henpeck this alphabet to my death. I am about to journey out to the great beyond, I will use public service to navigate the far corners of human suffering, so that my readers will have the recon. I will from time to time, rant so that I may rave, so on and so on, fubar and forward, ever onward, toward that setting sun,........ over the Great Golden City. I must exit now, I only have 22 characters left,321

Rant Arizona,..........why in Hell would I want to do that.

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