I’m putting my fine behind back out there. No, no, John and I are getting along just fine. I mean I need to try the open mic circuit again.
There’s a wide range of options out there, I just need to remember that distance wasn’t an object for me when I lived in a state that wasn’t so friendly to pedestrians, so it shouldn’t be a problem for me now.
Getting myself out there has it’s rewards. Some of them aren’t worth the risk and others have benefits akin to finding the rare, expensive mushrooms in the pile of piggy poo. And that’s what I need to do: I need to get up to my arms in piggy poo.