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Enough

Who are you?


Me? I'm no one.


Who are you? 


Hey, pal, let's get one thing straight, I'm no one.


Who are you?


Are you listening?? I'm no one! I dropped out of college twice!!


Who are you?


I grew up in Madras, Oregon. Do you know it? Of course you don't. It's the asshole of Oregon. 7,000 people live there. No one comes from there. 


Who are you?


I was supposed to be someone! I swear I was! But . . . It didn't workout that way. 


Who are you?


I've never been in a relationship. I always screw everything up. I have no money. And I swear I used to be funny!


Who are you?


I was broken at 18. Completely broken. Defeated. Lost. Tossed out. Rejected. 


Who are you?


I worked at McDonald's for three years. Three fucking years!! And then I worked at the Boys And Girls Club for four years. I'm no one. Just a useless dreamer. 


Who are you?


I thought I was an athlete . . . It was the only thing that I had planned . . . 


Who are you?


I'm lazy, alright?! Is that what you want to hear?? I could've been someone, but instead I pissed away all of my potential!!


Who are you?


I'm an ass!! I don't see life like others do. 


Who are you?


No one!!


Who are you?


I'm not one of these fancy professors with their ties and health insurance. I'm a degenerate. A dream doper. A heathen. Barely more than an animal. Just a programmed zombie wandering around looking for the meaning of his life. 


Who are you?


I'm a damn worm!!


Who are you?


Give it a rest, pal. How many times do I have to be gutted? 


Who are you?


I'm just one perspective. 


Who are you?


Just a man. Barely more than a boy.


Who are you?


I'm a 6’7 bodybuilding billionaire scientist.


Who are you?


I don't know! I'm just me! That's all I am! Just me! 


Who are you?


I'm Clint . . . Isn't that enough?


Of course it is. 



-CH 4/30/25

 
 
 

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