Jeff_Relf wrote:

A wild parade of people come through my room to use my phone,
to get/smoke tobacco, to get money, to stash their bags, to Smoke_Snort_Wap,
to drink/eat, to sleep, to smooch, to sketch,
to trade and/or watch MP3s/AVIs/e_mail, etc.

You are not a person.

You are a ghost in your own life.

An Invisible Man, there to provide cookies and milk to the living.