This was not
the first time today that he had wondered where he was.
However
today might be the first day he had ever wondered about anything.
Then again
he might be the kind of guy who worried about every little thing. If today was
any indication that might very well be the case.
The reason
for his confusion about his level of confusion he wasnt all that confused
about.
You see the
man had lost his back story. Or more precisely he simply didnt have one. Now if
this meant that it had been stolen or he had misplaced it, he didnt know.
He might be
the kind of guy who misplaces things all the time. Then again he might not...
The truth, dull as it may be, is that the writer simply couldn't be asked to write him a back story. He was going to but then he got drunk and then sleepy, horny and hungry - not necessarily in that order.
Fasciqiel, which was his name because it was literally the first sequence of syllabiles that occured to his creator, didn't know this.
