Faceless Nameless

I have a friend called Faceless Nameless. He dresses nice when he's going out to dinner and always makes reservations. My friend, Faceless Nameless, is misunderstood. I enjoy watching Faceless Nameless eat.

Faceless Nameless listens to most of the music I listen to. He was once surprised that I knew the lyrics to a song playing in his car. Faceless Nameless always takes me to nice places that aren't too expensive but have good food. I value that. If I told him that I value that, he would turn, in his own words, "tomato red", which is why I call him Heinz. Heinz tries his best nearly every day to be a good man.

Mr. Nameless burps well. I don't know how to burp out loud so I find myself envying him for being able to. He can also sing nicely. He changes his voice to fit the person singing. Heinz can do some great impersonations.

[The girl sitting next to me right now is wearing ugly wedge sandals. My throat hurts.]

I will not be posting a photo of Mr. Faceless Nameless because he is faceless. I think it would scare you if I posted a picture of someone with no face. I know it would scare me.

I just scared myself.