OddThinking

It was a tough bet to accept. At that age, a dollar was a lot of money for me. I was going to have to make some sacrifices, scrimping for the first five years until the debt was paid, but then I was going to be on Easy Street, collecting twenty cents a year, every year, for virtually no effort.

During an interesting stage experience that I had about three weeks ago, the MC was quite supportive, concerned that I was dying on stage. “Maybe that was a bit intense?” he suggested.

A number of free-form, non-traditional odes, written upon my return to my home after several weeks of travelling.