i
lept
from the
siftlings of
academia
into odd insecure bluster
of door to door sales where i talked the tight spiel they taught
marched coat and tie bound to doors slammed, cutsey marks i could not close, and shame failing this con"
pitching useless wares—i gratefully ghosted them once
razzo blessed me:like mooches i
sucked too nice guy with
no hunger
to play
this
gig