I am me that is who I was. No one is to tell what is to become of me but me, but not me now, me later. This is a picture of me but not me now, me before. I wonder who I was back then on that sunny morning, what did I want me to do? Maybe I took me out to do something to fill up my life with like drink a cup of black coffee and smoke a big fat cigarette and wonder if anyone else would come wandering into my day.