I am Mike McGee. I shouldn’t write this in this state, but I did a show tonight that was supposed to be stand-up comedy. I didn’t know this. The students who showed up for a comedian stayed for a funny poet. They stayed and they listened. They thanked me for being honest and liking spoken word for the first time. I am buying beer for the fucking table. I thought I was risking it all by bringing heart to a comedy night. Dirty Dimes prevailed.
Goddamit! I don’t know how long I have on this planet, but the jukebox is playing Hotel California and, to me, it is also Hotel Worcester…Hotel Vancouver. It is the loudest, most necessary thing in my ears. I have new, young friends who found some truth in my words, funny or not. They are celebrating this life with me in the cold, beautiful mountains of Southern Colorado.
I will finish this Scottish ale and love Lionel Ritchie, who has taken over for Don Henley. I want to party all night long too. I want to know who paid for this song to play!
I was asked to accompany a woman to her hotel room last night. I thanked her and declined. I think she deserved more. Fuck! But I am so alive now. She will cross my path again. That’s how it works in my world.
Come see ny world.
FUCK! YES! Fuck is the best of meanings!
Thank you, Thoma, for reminding me to post.
This is Mountain Time. Come on and sing aalong. All night long. All night.
I miss you. Let’s live and post from loud bars. Let’s fucking be awesome.
YES!
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Word to the night.
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