Monday, August 10, 2009

When I Get Mad, I Write it Down On a Pad


Sarah and I went to a spoken word event at Circle the other night. It was a lot of fun. It really made me curious why I had never been interested in going to anything like it before. Sarah read a poem she wrote about the lost and found a the medical library she works at. It was so good. People really enjoyed it. She had read it to me once before at our house, it gave me chills. I heard it differently on Saturday night. I got up and told a Craig Henderson story. It felt good. It made me want to write my stories down and continue to share them. That will make some people happy.

Listen well.

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