No Direction No Limits

In Baton Rouge I was Handy, who worked odd jobs around the city. In San Marcos I was Jessie, walking around, bouncing in clubs, being Jessie. In Cyenne, Wisconsin I was Glenn, a top paid bartender who'd never taking a mixing class in his life. In New York I was Chisel, breaking bones for people with loose pockets and loose lips.
In Fresno I was Sal, the surfing hippy that disappeared when the waves stopped coming.

Back home, I was born, and I told them all that I would disappear. Not a bad life.