Disclaimer: I own nothing!
They say I was famous.
I don't believe them.
They say I was somebody before… well, I don't remember exactly.
People write me letters. Thousands a day! I must have been really popular before… that thing that I can't remember.
People come and visit me. Even more than anyone else! The others only get visits on Christmas. I get visits almost every day!
The nurses have taught me to write my name using joined-up hand writing. One must hand out little pieces of paper with my name on them when you're famous!
I wish they would stop saying that.
I'm not famous. I don't want to be famous.
Although, I'm someone's man. I think I remember yelling that at someone once. But, that's all. Just a dream, maybe.
They same I'm famous.
I tell them I'm not.
They say this scar on my forehead means something.
I don't think it does.
Alright, so, I'm not sure what this is. I wrote it in three minutes. Literally.
Let me know what you think.