Stone Rockford: Part 2

Articles | Aug 4th, 2008

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Time to get some info

It’s been a few hours since I woke up in that dirty, grimey bathroom stall. The faint smell of my masculine cologne lingers faintly in the air. (that’s a good one…better write it down) I wish I had some more of it but this urinal patty will have to do for now. Anyway, I’ve been asking people around town and no one seems to have any clues as to who I am or where I came from.

A newspaper I took from some bum states that I am in the state of Indiana. (It’s not Iowa but what’s the difference!?) This little town is called Plexington. (what kind of name is that?) Maybe I’ll check out the local police station to see if there have been any missing persons reports that might fit my description.

Man, I have to take a crap.