2008-07-14
A glimps at poverty.
For over a year now I have had something to say. If you've ever heard the phrase "like talking to a wall" you'll understand that I got no satisfaction on that point. Instead of conversations they will be monologues.
Right now I stand alone on a stage in an empty theatre determined to get a few things off of my chest and to heal.
To heal right now I need to do two things. I need to help someone else and I need to laugh. Laughing alone is looked down on and so I look to laugh with you and I hope that my stories strike a familiar chord.
A glimps at poverty.
Healing, Moving On
It's Saturday.