They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep inside  the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when  my vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the  street-followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses  to the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presence  like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing,  loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets that  other creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with the  feeling of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in  my tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it also told me,  "Touch it," too.  "Stand aside," I told the masses, and with that I made my passage frome  lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like they always  knew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I must  appear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I could not say my nae  was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to come and who expects to help  and guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, and  then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------