Self Portrait Through Social Network Status Updates

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Anthony Frame wishes his GPS would get possessed by Godot.

Anthony Frame’s knuckles are sore after knocking on so many apartment doors.

Anthony Frame drove much farther than the recommended sixty miles on his spare tire.

Anthony Frame believes in god but doesn’t capitalize her name (I’m betting she prefers to be called something else).

Anthony Frame quotes Whitman out of context to his customers (I wonder how many know?).

Anthony Frame wants uniforms that fit and don’t say “Bill” or “Vince.”

Anthony Frame does more than just work, despite what you read here.

Anthony Frame can’t wait for his work truck to get back from the repair shop.

Anthony Frame heard his knee pop long before he felt it.

Anthony Frame carries New & Selected Poems for his lonely lunches.

Anthony Frame still sees god in the sunlight and clouds.

Anthony Frame no longer needs a map of downtown.

Anthony Frame loves that the downtown children can’t guess his ethnicity.

Anthony Frame is ashamed by how easy it is to drive with his knees.

Anthony Frame has neither gone missing nor become a recluse (Dickinson in a navy blue uniform?). I’m consumed by roaches, bedbugs and poems.

Anthony Frame bids farewell to Harvey Pekar. Another dead hero in another obscene decade.

Anthony Frame has been awake since 2 AM and has nothing clever to say.

Anthony Frame feels like a mystery play wrapped in a navy blue uniform. I’m too hungry to be nice or politically correct. Yes, I hurt flies.