Another nameless face in the crowd,
and he is free.
Just another face.

"Your shirt sucks."
"Hey, fuck you too."

"Who the hell was that guy?"

Then he comes home.
And here they think they know.
Think they have him all figured out.
Shocked at change.

Trapped by their preconceptions.

"I like that tie."
"I love you."

"Goodbye Earl."

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