I Am Not That Person Anymore

 Along the side of a country road I found a pair of leather gloves. No. There was nothing special about them. Just some gloves I happened to notice driving by. I knew exactly what they were the instant I spotted them. 

For some reason I felt inclined to stop and so I did and for that reason I guess you can say there was something special about them. Why did I notice them?

Well, my friend, I think they call that fate. I parked my car right over there and got out and walked back. I came up on them and crouched down like so. Touched the one, the right handed one, I don't know why I remember such a detail. Weird what you remember, huh? I'd bet there's a reason to that too. 

Anyway, I'd just picked it up and that's when I heard the first noise. It was, I don't know, like a zippy gunshot. 

Ziiii-akkk! Ziiii-akkk!

I rolled right over on them gloves. Hit the ground flat. Whatever it was flew right by me. Right over me. 

Phsheww!

Don't know what would've happened if I'd have been standing. I don't believe I'd be here right now, that's for sure. They'll tell you that the holes in my car were from a shotgun. They'll tell you I had a horrible drinking problem back then. They'll say that I'm the only one who talks about this and so why believe me?

I guess they got a point, but why don't you listen to what I'm telling you and the way I'm saying it. This isn't about the gloves, man. This isn't about who I was then. 

They're here. 

They were here and they chose me. I didn't think I was the person to do this. Be a liaison between species? Wow. My mom would've been surprised. 

So yeah. That's why I come out here like this every night. When you ask them about me, use my old name. They don't know me as The Orator. 

Freddy Duke. 

That's all you'll hear about when you talk to them, Freddy Duke. I am not that person anymore. You cannot judge my word now on Freddy Duke's actions.

Remember, I'm the Orator.