Wow...just...wow...
I'm a finalist in that UIC poetry contest. If I go in and do a public reading of my entry and kick a lot of ass I win something of some sort. But yeah...Jesus. I entered my little poetic tribute to Keith Moon. The one I wrote in a few minutes to satisfy a participation grade. I guess they liked it! Probably because I made it cheesy as hell because Mr. English wasn't really digging most of my funny poems. I guess going from one extreme to the other did it for me. Hilarious. I think I might do it. I could use some money. The prize IS money, right?