Don’t you get this picture of some 20 something with tattoos and pierced lips and hubcaps for earlobes sitting in his mom’s basement with a clipboard and 3x5 cards trying his best to manage different screen names and identities like nuclear engineer or electrical engineer. Surrounded by flies and empty pizza boxes and empty two liter soda bottles. Creating fictional, impossible histories like “patrolling Haiphong Harbor”, with “black palm trees in my back yard” “here in Massachusetts”. Can’t you just see it?