the odd one out

A friend once looked me in the eye and said, “You do know you’re odd, don’t you?” My quick retort was, “So, whats your point?” I’ve always been that. It is a fact I accepted and embraced a long time ago. It is not a bad sort of “oddness”… at least I don’t think it is. It’s not like I have a hump on my back shaped like the face of Marty Feldman that screams …