Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 13, 2017

I found myself a long time ago, been trying to lose me ever since.

I looked myself up on FB. Found 37 people with my name.

Worst part is I don’t know which one is the real me.

I’m about to tattoo my name on my forehead backwards so I can look in a mirror and see who I am. Trouble is, I’ll be wondering who’s that stranger in the mirror with my name?

I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam.

If I tried to find myself on Facebook, it would be very frustrating, cos I’m not there.

Everyone else tells him to get lost.

Reggie won’t find me, if he looks. I sort of would like to see what a few select people are up to. However, in listening to what others have become once they started FBing (I verbed the name!!!!!) I am afraid for my soul.

You’ll regret finding yourself.

Reggie is probably a member of the 6 finger group page.

I dare you to hit Delete!

This is not what “finding oneself” used to mean…

I guess you don’t have to take a Sabbatical to find yourself.