His name was Jhonny, but most called him Old Man Jhonny, because he was 93 years old, but had a disease which made him seem much older, suprisingly.
He sat down on the sofa, slowly leaning back. It was very soft.
"Well I don't suppose you want me to give my story?" He said between breaths. "Well here it goes:"
"I was born in 1918, in Hawaii when it was not yet part of the united stats. My family owned a taro pach, which I helped tend to. it was very hard work, and gave me much disipline.
"In the year of 1941 I got a job working in a library, which i loved very much because of all the books i could read. I could read for hours. Though that didn't last long, when I went off to colege.
"After colege, I was married to a lovely young woman named Rose. After that, I went through something I don't normally talk about. I was killed ...
"Now of course im still alive now, or at least my soul is, but really, im not in my original body. I was what you might call a MIeaster. A body snatcher.
He closed his eyes, and leaned back into the sofa.