I am and always have been avoiding me. If you see me, fork over five bucks and run away. And I mean fast. If you don't see me, then you are one of me, invisible, with the hint of a scent of smokey Kansas City BBQ. But you don't eat meat because it's cruel, and you have the gout and can't even drink beer for chrissakes. Ah, well. Best become a poet, and Occupy Your Invisibility.