A New Me

My current one was getting a little too popular. I had just gotten comfortable with it too. Finally, it didn't take people calling my name two or three times because I didn't realize they were talking to me. Luckily, they just thought I was deaf or deep in thought. But now everyone knew my name, and I do mean everyone. That's what happens when your name is broadcasted in the evening news with the tagline "Wanted for Murder. Considered armed and dangerous. If seen, please call your local law enforcement or the FBI hot-line listed below. Do not confront or antagonize." They didn't have a photo yet, but they would soon. The fix for that was easy. A little shave and some dye and I'd be a "new" man. I also kept a stash of colored contacts for times like this. My name however, that would be harder to change. Not just on paper, but in my head. Once again, I would have to train my self to answer to a new name. One of these days, I am going to forget what name I started out with. Further more, the next time a strange body appears in my living room I will get rid of it and disappear immediately. No trying to figure out who it is or why they're dead. Once the body's gone, I'm gone.

Prom Politicians

who was going with who, who rejected who, who was wearing what dress, ex cetera, ex cetera, and blech. It was like an exercise for politicians and stars in training. Girls maneuvered and connived to get the "boy of their dreams" to ask them to go with them. Once they succeeded they planned elaborate photo-shoots in matching outfits, often not the ones they even showed up to the event in. Those who showed up without a date were shunned and treated as pariahs; and heaven forbid you show up in a dress that was a "hand-me-down" or bought second hand. You might as well not even show up, which would have been even worse. It would have shown you could not handle the "rigors" of a "proper" social life.