Brief note: No clue why I insist on dredging up arcane pop culture references from my childhood. I’m quickly reaching an age where they float out into the nothingness of everyone else being too young to remember or even care. That said…

I was invited to read in a 20 minute slot at an upcoming salon. I loathe these semi-private functions but it seems a plausible way of reacqainting myself with my own story. The theme of the evening will be memoir. How perfect. Me and a roomful of other… well, it’s late. I’m going to do it, god forgive me.