Friday, August 21, 2009
So tonight I go and sing at a wake. A biker wake, but a wake nonetheless.
Sweaty palms, goosebumps, the shakes, rapid heart rate, and utter conviction that I'm gonna blow it big time.
Good god. What is wrong with me? Why did I agree to this?
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