Well, here I go again. All alone except for this suitcase of mine. Im headed for a new place with new people. Not so bad considering its 1944. Lots of guys are in my shoes. Were in the middle of World War II. Still not so bad. Im a fireman in the Army Air Corps whatever theyre calling themselves these days. Once again, not bad at all. But I was born in 1963. Theres the bad part.
nI was not born with the name Ray Lafayette, but thats what they call me. I didnt have kids or smoke a pipe. Hell, I didnt even like coffee. I do now.
nI was born into a different life than this, one with a lot of attachments. Now I carry my life in one bag. One really important bag.