Me up to now.

It's 4:46 it’s a bad omen so he has to kiss his watch to make up for all of this. He doesn’t step on the last step of the stairs on his way down. He drives 77 on the highway. He treats fortune cookies like bibles. He keeps an Orel Hershiser pin but he doesn’t keep it because he likes baseball, he keeps it because he likes the idea of liking baseball as much as some people do. He’s never felt his hair was his own, or understood why it just could never make up its mind. He changed his part from left to right once, and people asked him all day long why he was leaning, or if he had an ear infection, or if he knew what equilibrium meant. He wasn’t, he didn’t, and he did. That’s who he was, a collection of wasn’ts, didn’ts, but also dids. He wasn’t tall, he didn’t tower over you, but he did have to buy the longest jeans. He almost voluntarily steps in front of cars to see how heavy his ankles are, and if he were so worried about everything that they’d make a tunnel of him. And then he almost accidentally steps in front of a car who’s driver looks like his mom never looked at him because he swears this lady would’ve spanked him if she could, but his mom was a good mom.

And when you say you know it all. Well, how do you?

Me as Pennies.

Amount of pennies: 28,739

Value: $287.39
Width: 21,554 inches or 1,796 feet.
Height: 21,554 inches or 1,796 feet.
Thickness: 1,796 inches or 150 feet.
Weight: 2,874 ounces or 180 pounds.
Area: 16,166 square

Sometime.

"There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. There's a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. Then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?" - Bukowski (mostly)