Onstage, I'm alright. The folks who don't like it can just leave. They do! A man politely walked out yesterday as I explained that oral sex was the subject of "Double Shot Of My Baby's Love." Hated that dumb record by the Swingin' Medallions. Love the real version by Dick Holler and the Holidays. I have already digressed.
In real life they can leave, too. They do.
My point, here, is that I don't have an act. That raving bozo up there, playing his heart out, is me. Finally I have either become the act or the act just became the performer. I use that term loosely.
Honestly, at this point, I'm just grateful when the folks in my life leave without hating me. I'm always a little bit surprised when people in my life take the time to explain to me what a bad person I am. Now, I've heard it from enough people at this point that I don't deny it. Any of it. I surely don't hop to my feet to defend myself.
Here's a note to all the ones who have left, all the folks that I have wronged. I am sorry for everything bad that I've done. My intentions were always sincerely good. I truly hope that there was some positive effect from the time that you spent with me. I hope to be a better person in the future and I hope that you have some positive feelings about the time that I was with you.
This includes the guy who didn't like my version of "Double Shot."
This reads like some kind of sarcastic spoof. It's not. I love you.