Nameless

I have been many people before. John Hodgins. Trent Gerry. Harry Renquist. The list goes on. I have been none of them for long, shedding them their shrouds as quickly as I don them. I die and am reborn on a regular basis. This is not the life for any sane person, but alas, it is out of necessity that remain a chameleon. There are people who want me dead and I would just as soon not oblige them. So I change identities often, move from city to city, meet new people, never making friends, picking up the odd job to keep food in my stomach and clothes on my back. Maybe one day I can stop being a nomad, but it will not come until they are dead. Or I am.