Honesty from the get-go.

Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is a few well-cut shirts, the thingamabob to connect my Shure SM-58 to my Powerbook, drive, diligence, determination and a digital SLR camera, confidence, competence, consistency and my keyboard from home, courage, passion, intensity, an Apple AirPort kit, criticism, a blue blazer, and four weeks with family and friends.

And one of those svelte lady elves.

I cut myself, cut myself off. So I bled, I hemorrhaged friendships. And I just sat there as it happened, like the time I sliced my fingertip with a pocketknife and watched the bright crimson drops as they fell.

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