The Billiken's Bluff

Like a new bird cracked out of shell mouth open hungry ready to talk,
squawk.




Hitler as a youth, Elvis on the toilet, like spam mail messages
concealed. At some point you stop faking it and begin believing. Or
maybe you never believe.



But they do.



You are a fake, a charlatan.
Breaking out of middle class comfort
New ways of looking at same thing



Trading creature comforts for pictures of creatures.



poverty as a spectacle, a photo opportunity. Walk fast, click quickly, look through them keep moving.



Standing full blush in front of crowd.

Leaping that last 5 percent, realizing this IS IT you have already arrived.

This is that rainy day, the fine day in the future. This is what you spend
your nest egg on. This is what you are working towards.

I tipped my cab driver $10 USD on the ride to the airport.