{Lights up, kid,stage is set.Spotlight’s burnin’ holes in ya.Audience’s got that dread-judge stare to ‘em,‘n that mic feedback ain’t doin’ wonders here.Say what you came to say.} Love.I do love you, all these years later.It’s weird.Kind of.And it’s taken me a long time to say I’m sorry.I’m sorry.* [*Strain, Dippel, et. al.: Mr. Kennedy, this …
