My reading at the Upper Crust went very well tonight,
surprisingly as I've been MIA for quite some time, suffering some sort of agoraphobia
that seems mainly concerned with public appearances. Partway through, as I
looked out over the crowd - an ineffable sadness swept over me as I realized,
you had never heard me read, not once. In fact, you never commented on any of
my work even though I gave you copies every now and then. Even dead, there's no
pleasing you.
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