They called me "
Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep insidethe souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, whenmy vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down thestreet-followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gassesto the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presencelike the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing,loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets thatother creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with thefeeling of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling inmy tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it also told me,"
Touch it," too."
Stand aside," I told the masses, and with that I made my passage fromelonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like they alwaysknew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I mustappear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I could not say my naewas Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to come and who expects to helpand guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, andthen said, "
Mr. X-
Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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