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. And oh do I want you on the shores.
But the time is what always keeps it from being all it can be. 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.