i kind of had this idea for the beginning of a book, but i don't really know where it's going... it only started off as a title really. i guess he goes on a quest to find out his name or something. anyway, here's the beginning bit.


the steve with no name

(part 1)

steve still couldn't figure out if he really did have a name or not - neither could the people who knew him. when people used to ask him why everyone referred to him as 'the steve with no name' he used to reply that it was because his name "definitely wasn't steve."

it was long ago since his parents had signed his birth certificate, and due to the fact he hadn't been present at the signing and his parents hadn't thought to pass this information on to him, he was now kind of stuck in the nameless wilderness he currently found himself in.

the people at work weren't much use either. they often used to remark upon the fact he "kind of looked like a steve", although when pushed for further information as to the exact visual qualities that someone of a steve-looking disposition would possess, the conversation tended to nearly always end with the exclamation that they were "too busy for this kind of shit", or that "something urgent in the next room" had just come up and it was now time for them to attend to it.

the "urgent" thing was nearly always coffee, and they tended to forget that steve could see them making it through the little window in his office, so after a while, he simply just stopped asking.