Singing, Nearer My God to Thee

Chuk and i were singing in this quartete called semi formal many years ago. We'd sung every song we knew, but they wanted more. It's unnerving to sing for a man who you can't be sure is really alive. The boy just gets up and walks away. He's got a bladder the size of a an air bud case. I think we each pocketed ten on that. My god. You're in the middle of a podcast. This story involves you. It's unbelievable.