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K Mark Schofer

Today I had to go to the hardware store get some gas for the lawnmower, some superglue and a little notebook to write down weird stuff like this. I didn’t go into the store for a notebook but I had to pick it up. I went up to pay and I gave my phone number which has been with the hardware store for probably going on 15 years.

I spoke out my phone number nice and slow, and the clerk at the counter said are you, Mark and I said yes. He said somebody else is using that phone number and I asked who would that be?

He said it belongs to someone named, Alex Goodwrench. I made up the name because I don’t want the person whose name is on it to come seek me out. We tried to keep the identity of the guilty secret.

The clerk asked me should he just delete him I said, “ why not.”

And that he did. And somewhere someplace Alex was walking down the street with his girlfriend on this rainy day. The clerk hit delete and Alex disappeared. He just spontaneously combusted when he hit that key. His girlfriend doesn’t miss him much.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.