The moment I step off stage, my memory becomes as vacant as a parcel of unused farmland. Gratefulness washes over me. The lack of memory enables a fresh start with each handling of the mic. Certain words will pop into my head with the distance of time. Story lines begin to develop like film in solution, fuzzy and dull to sharper and embarrassing. I begin to call audience members with words that
transmit into my cognitive being. My friends affirm my specific
word pictures. Grappling for my lighter, I plead "did anyone laugh"? the witness answers with " you got a chuckle" Geeze Louise!
why can't I go back to being grateful and vacant?
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