‘Why is a pretty girl like you talking to a guy like me?’ he asked.
I told him truthfully, ‘You are the guy in front of me right now.’
Sensing his mistrust, I elaborated:
I’ve been chewed up and spit out, tumbled round and all about, fumbled and dropped the ball, felt smaller than no one at all.
I’ve been kicked around and smacked down, fallen hard in every town, pulled by the undertow
Where I’ll land, nobody knows
I’ve been chomped, gnashed and lashed out, and finally washed up on your shore
What more are you looking for?