Saturday, November 10, 2012

All Heartache, All The Time

To quote myself quoting someone else, "She said she wasn't who I thought she was." Probably true.

After all the boasting that I've done about being completely transparent, with no secrets, I come before you today with a new mystique. I'm afraid that I have found my own Mrs. Calabash. I live in my heart and in my head. I've spent the last couple of years trying to climb out but I suppose I've gotten comfortable here. I'll hunker down. I'll take no questions.

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