My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
I dearly love the state of Texas, but I consider that a harmless perversion on my part, and discuss it only with consenting adults.
People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents.

