Coopers Beach, February 15th 2012
The wind waltzed with every follicle of my hair. And as I waited for the storm to pass I thought of my first performance: Chopped, well, “choppy” —at least that’s what the critics said. But, I didn’t care about Them: I cared about You. Growing up I never felt loved because I never had clean sheets I never saw You fill up that ugly “Best Dad” mug. It was always empty: just like Your chest “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain!” Well, the storm came And your pathetic words didn’t stop me from slipping back into my dirty, old sheets. Coopers Beach, February 15th 2012 The wind waltzed with every follicle of my hair. And as I let the rain wash me clean I wanted to dance once again.