NATASHA WANTS TO SEE PHOTO AND INFORMATION ON ME

SHE WROTE:

Why would I want to know? And why would I spend my time pursuing the

question on a Friday night?

a psychological analysis: I was bored one day at work. Couldn't focus

because I was day dreaming of traveling in Iraq. I turned to the

internet and began a targeted search to find people traveling in iraq posting

weblogs

or blogs. in google i typed "travel OR travels OR traveling iraq

weblog OR

blog" and yours pops up pretty close to the top. i did more searches. i

stumbled upon blogger sites where soldiers or marines stationed in iraq

every once in a while posted some pics or text. but yours was exactly

what i was looking for. it was personal, extensive, random yet specific.

myreaction was, i find this person, who is doing exactly what i was day

dreaming, which of course, this person, you...you sparked my curiosity.

you post all these pics but there are none of you. several times you make

the point you won't show yourself in the pics. i guess i'm just curious,

naturally, and asked for more specifics. i bet i'm not the only one

who's curious.



ANSWER

Probably the number one request.

Photo of me. But here I am a Hobo. I like to travel more then I like

to write this newsletter or blog. If I was famous, or people could see

me and recognize me, they would think maybe I am special.

I am just me. Nothing special. Just a guy enjoying life as I wish.

If a person could recognize me I would be famous.

What good would it do for the world or me.

I think fame is a curse. I would like my newsletter to be famous.

It would be nice to think I open the eyes of the world.

But I believe I am quite handsome and have had well over my share...

But this would just help the letter. Something about a pretty face

sell shoes, cars, and all sorts of things. I would rather you liked me

for my brain. I understand that is not the reason people like each other.

The brain has little to do with it. But for my blog and newsletter.

That is your only option.

Plus I could destroy my passion. My love of travel. Fame. A curse.

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