Uncle Bill once said to me that all we are is what we tell the neighbors we are. Unfortunately, I live on a raft somewhere in the Indian Ocean. I am all alone. Sometimes I weep. I used to have Uncle Bill here with me, but he was killed in a freak accident involving a Coke bottle and a big inflatable hippo.
So, if I have no neighbors to tell what I am, am I nothing? Some people would have me believe that, but I killed him with a Coke bottle and a big inflatable hippo -- er, I mean, it was an accident.
© 1997 kyle t.
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