Some how in July when we talked I knew you'd lost the will to breathe. I curled up with Sarah at my side and cried for a week straight because you'd lost everything I'd ever tried to give you.
Don't stop writing Andy. Don't stop writing like this.
Beautifully written, funny and sad at the same time. Mostly funny. Your delivery is good, but you elide some syllables and some of the sounds bump into each other before they fall out of your mouth. If I may be so bold to speak for other listeners, I daresay your audiences want more!
your propensity for running away has always made me laugh. you've been doing it your whole life. i'm sorry i wasn't there for that super fun vacation. this is very well-written. you can be the next david sedaris!
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Fred Boyd
Posted on June 09, 2009 at 11:48 AM | Permalink
Experiences
This is art- no life- no art
Love it, wish it were easier, but then it would be- life- no art- whatever. Simile perhaps?
Marisa Boyd
Posted on June 07, 2009 at 08:32 PM | Permalink
Ay its liz
Andy that was beastly. It perfectly captured our family and that totally sucky time. Bravo. Bravo.
Rachel Raymond
Posted on May 25, 2009 at 10:59 PM | Permalink
I remember.
Some how in July when we talked I knew you'd lost the will to breathe. I curled up with Sarah at my side and cried for a week straight because you'd lost everything I'd ever tried to give you.
Don't stop writing Andy. Don't stop writing like this.
Creighton King
Posted on May 23, 2009 at 12:32 PM | Permalink
A Raisin on the Plate at Applebee's
Beautifully written, funny and sad at the same time. Mostly funny. Your delivery is good, but you elide some syllables and some of the sounds bump into each other before they fall out of your mouth. If I may be so bold to speak for other listeners, I daresay your audiences want more!
Beth Mackey
Posted on May 23, 2009 at 11:45 AM | Permalink
Poignant Memoir
Indeed, You are Not a Metaphor. You are as real as rain and sunsets. Nana
charles boyd
Posted on May 23, 2009 at 12:31 AM | Permalink
running away to get away
your propensity for running away has always made me laugh. you've been doing it your whole life. i'm sorry i wasn't there for that super fun vacation. this is very well-written. you can be the next david sedaris!