Be Absolute for Death
I haven't blogged in quite awhile. An entire production happened. I learned a lot in these last few months, none of which was documented, and I probably would have figured out a lot of shit earlier had I been able to blog, and very likely would have solved some problems that I never figured out if I could. But, no crying over lost blogs. I instinctively knew that when I blogged the last time for "Bloody Poetry," that I would have trouble writing again. I didn't know why at the time, but I figured it out. See, my best friend in the world since I was 13 died. I was devastated. What I realized was that Keith was my implied audience. (even though he was rarely one of my four loyal blog readers). The thing is, I developed my writing style by writing him 20 page letters from the time we were 18 until the internet ruined the written word. There was no event in my life that wasn't dutifully written down for him. Nor in his for ...