Hundreds of people come in and out of your life each day. There are the constants that you're tight with, and those who pass by casually, never making an impression. And then there are the ones you see all the time but never really connect with. They are as mysterious as they are familiar; you don't know their story, but you wonder sometimes what goes on in their world.
For instance, if you're the guy who delivers the mail at my office, you perform a Beatles lip sync revue at nights under the stage name of Harry Casper.
What else goes on when I'm not around?