Mythsaje?
At first impression, it sort of sounds like the long-gone maudlin waif, but he was a very long time ago, and is surely close to 40 years old by now. One wishes he'd come back to Skins's island. He was a victim of Pamela's plagiarism and the wrath of Ms. Ed (the "Horse With no Name" primitive), who was pissed at him for getting the then-"greenbriar" primitive banned for a few days.
As far as Ms. Ed was concerned, it doesn't matter
what one does; all that matters is
who one is.
For those who don't know, Mythsaje, from somewhere around Oregon, was born and raised in a hippie commune, and had aspirations of becoming a writer.
He had talent in that direction, but he misused it. The maudlin waif was good at describing his working life and the people around him, a milder style of Jimmy Breslin or Studs Terkel, but he did that so rarely, instead concentrating upon silly science fiction-fantasy stories, in which he sucked.
Unlike most of the other primitives, the maudlin waif worked for a living--he had an ex-wife and child support for two boys to pay--in the back room of Target, as a stock-boy or something. He had a motor vehicle that made the mole bobbolink's 1980s Buick seem up-to-date and in good working order.
His most touching, his most human, campfire on Skins's island involved a description of his ex-wife and him mutually buying Christmas presents for their two boys. He and his ex-wife didn't get along, loathed and detested each other, but for the sake of the two kids, bought their Christmas and birthday presents together.
If the maudlin waif would've taken franksolich's long-ago advice and counsel, he'd probably be a six-figure-a-year syndicated newspaper columnist by now.
It's very odd, how primitives who don't take franksolich's advice and counsel end up.
