Clowning incoherence as therapy. That was the stuff; found it pointless with pragmatic, hustling illusions, yet this one. The Protestant work ethic bug had caught me.
Felt like I was wasting my time, yet I wasn't.
Regretful I am, trying to act like an entertainer. Plenty of missed opportunities to the theatre; I got a note that they missed me.
Darn it.
Yet this one felt special, and with that. From the midlands.