an empty road, going nowhere.
an empty horizon.
a cloudless sky.
a man walks along the empty toad, toward the empty horizon.
he is a strange man.
he has one gray eye and one blue eye.
the gray eye is cold and menacing.
the blue eye is sad and lonely.
he wears a hat which is tilted on his head and comes down over the sad blue eye so that only the cold and menacing gray eye would be visible to anyone he chanced to meet on the road.
the left side of the hat is green and has a red feather stuck in it.
the right side of the hat is brown and is adorned with a button saying “you don’t know me”.
the man wears a long black coat which comes down to his shoes. the coat was formerly black but has turned gray and is stained with wind and rain and with ketchup, mustard and turkey gravy.
the man walks along.
the empty horizon does not get any closer.
what is the man’s name?
it is william wilson.
he once knew better days,
he was the middleweight judo champion of the world.
and the most successful screenwriter in the world.
and the biggest drug dealer in the world.
and the emperor of the universe.
it all began to come apart one night when he was hanging outside the club paradise talking to some other beautiful people besides himself.
this punk came along and thought he could mess with william wilson when the sun went down and darkness covered the earth.
the punk’s name was billy.
not billy the kid or billy the anything, just billy.
billy had a girl back home in sioux city iowa named sally jane.
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