I have seen you in concert four times.  The first was at Memphis in May, and the lights went out, and I was one of only 300 people who knew who you were. Everyone else was at the other end of Tom Lee Park, a mass of humanity shoved in together to see Kid Rock, but I wanted to see you.  I turned 18 that night, walking down Beale Street to meet my ( Read more... )

Shock of shocks, no new fic for y'all today.  I've been hitting the books pretty hard, so there's been a lot of random 100 - 300 word mind clearing moments, but nothing to publish for the masses.  Ho-hum ( Read more... )