TicTac
I found TicTac Friday July 28 1978, at Mr. Lucky’s Truck Stop, in Baton Rouge La. The truck stop is located on I-110 exit 5, and US 190 W. US 190 crosses the Mississippi River just west of Mr. Lucky’s Truck Stop. Her full nickname is TicTac Quadroon. She does not have a birth name. She also goes by TicTac Sugarfree. The names have some kind of double meaning. In 1978 I was still Somebody54. I would not become Nobody54 until Friday August 20th 2004. She moved from Opportunity Wa. to Cocodrie La. Thursday July 28, 1977, because she thought it meant free born women. She has a lot of strange ideas, that are her reality. I learned that I was not a good judge of what it takes to be someone else. Her favorite quote, “I reject your reality, and replace it with my own!” There is an affluence of bitter meaning hidden in her nonsensical life.TicTac’s has a MySpace. I came across the site on
Tuesday August 14th, 2007, and ask her to add me to her fiends list as Nobody54. I do not think she knows that my name use to be Somebody54. I have really aged in the last twenty-two years. She looks just like the day I meet her. I have been a friendly strangers of TicTac’s since Friday July 28 1978, because of her age at first, and then as the years passed her life circumstances. She has always lived alone, and worked at, not for, Biology Laboratories. She is a live birth abortion who works as a lab human. I thought she was on drugs when she first told me her story. She was! She is a live birth abortion who does professional drug testing. She believes reality is for people who can not handle drugs. I had just started driving truck when I met her. I was on my maiden trip. Hood River Or to Baton Rouge La with a load of fresh cherries. I was a green driver hauling cherries. Over the years at different crossroads I would step out of the truck, and she would be there. I never knew when, or where. The last time I saw her was on July 28th 1985. Cooper City Fl. At a bar. The Blue Parrot. The only time I met up with her that was not at a crossroad. Every time was not planned. She was just there. Coming from, and going to someplace else. Leaving someone to go to someone. She has a broken person, place, and thing picker, but that does not make her a bad person.
Mostly Fiction By Nobody54