I sit slumped in a flimsy chair as a
blizzard rages on outside my window.
A woman’s cough comes through
the side of the wall, making me feel
anxious.
Did she hear me clipping my toenails?
On this desk where I write sit three,
neatly-folded towels with an outnumbered
wash cloth on top. It looks content.
Actually it looks happy.
Peaceful…
I’m a liar. All I do is lie, lie, lie. I lie to everyone
including myself. But I won’t lie to you.
I wouldn't dare lie to you.
You know why? You're me. You're a little
mad inside. Otherwise you wouldn't be
sitting here spending time with me.
You and I don't care about trivial things. No we don't.
As a matter of fact that's what brought us here in the first place.
When I was eight years old
I... I put on the best
rock ‘n’ roll concert ever. I did it all behind
my parents' house. My guitar was a
yellow Wiffle bat.
All I need is that guitar.
If... If I were to get up and leave and
go get my guitar, would...
Would you come
and watch me perform?