The Salesman

When I’m making sales, I’m jolly and jovial, buying rounds at the bar and laughing with strangers. I slap backs and knock back drinks with those who’ve fallen victim to my charm. I sing along to the songs I’ve known all my life. I nod as the regulars share stories I’ve heard too many times.... Continue Reading →

Backstage With Sam

How many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn’t see? --Bob Dylan *** They stumbled into the dressing room. Dark and cloudy, far removed from the glitz of the stage lights. When the door slammed shut,... Continue Reading →

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