He tacked the last of himself on the ceiling of a no name bar on a no name Florida key. He wouldn’t be missed by many and the one that mattered most would never come looking. He had scrawled his real name on a dollar bill from 1967, the year he was born. It hung between a bill adorned with a crude picture of John Lennon and another bill decorated with the American flag, singed by a lighter. Lost and found.