Wednesday, September 11, 2013

All the doors are full


All alone in the church. RL drops in. We review last night’s open mic. He’s got some business of his own to attend to.

I’m back at the church after trying and failing to get in to a performance of a friend of mine at the 59E59 theatres. I hear a knock on the door. It’s my son Dan. I tell him to come around to the side. Let him in. Ask him how many he had to walk through on the steps to get in. Only one, he says. We head down to Island Burger for some food. When we come back, all the doors are full.

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