I just think about the show and I get this feeling in my chest, a little week in the knees, a bit flush in the cheeks.
You’d think it was a lake that somehow becomes tidal with the silliness. Â And oh do I want you on the shores.
But the time is what always keeps it from being all it can be. Â Or maybe time makes it the best it can be.
I’d really like to find out some day.
For now, I’ll ride the archives.