I did it!
It’s officially in my past, the rear view mirror of life, back there while I’m all the way up here.
Last night at the Fox & Crow in Jersey City Heights, I read my poetry in front of a room full of strangers. And I didn’t vomit all over them.
Don’t get me wrong – I look terrified. I was terrified. And I used my hands way too much – I had NO idea I speak with my hands!! But I survived and only fucked up a few times and all in all, it was a stellar evening with friends, great words, and loads of bourbon.
And guess what? Thanks to my friend, Stephanie, it’s all on video, so part two of this endeavor is being brave enough to share my adventure and let y’all in on me popping my poetry-reading cherry.
Check it out
The hands are killing me. Just killing me. But next week when I go back, I swear those motherfuckers will be under control. Stay tuned.