An open letter to Shawn Musho
An open Letter to Shawn Musho.
Dear Shawn,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we’re different. You, a hairless wonder, built for speed, dogs, and laughing; me, an empathic being with stunning, asymmetrical parts. I’m sorry that God’s aquatic trolls did not build me for speed like a NASCAR, or gazelle, or marble in my mother’s womb back some 29 years ago. Just as the race cars receive a tune up before every race to ensure speed, so must I go under the knife before I go out under the night sky. I’m sorry Shawn, that it takes me ten to fifteen minutes to get ready.
Friends for ever.
Ed Palumbo
