Dick pics.  I told a story about dick pics.  It wasn’t the worst story I’ve ever told.  Might even be the best.  The stage at St. Mark’s has a spotlight just bright enough to blind me.  I did my best to emote, but ultimately it was a game of timing.  The adrenaline of being on a stage didn’t overwhelm me this time.  The fear is still there but my desire to tell the story wins out.  My delivery still needs help but as a good friend once said, I get the point across.

There’s a place in Seattle called Black Lodge.  I know it’s just a name, but I still feel obligated to inquire.  Who knows, I might learn something.