Radio....

Behind the curtain, revealed.

I've heard you for years.

Listened, really listened.

I thought we were the only ones in love with the sound of your own voice.

I waited for each story to resolve, bought whatever you coveted as my own prize, oozed at your passion and associations and moments with the giants of your world. 

But today, the curtain opened and just a man cleared his worn throat.  just a man.

Shit, i hate having heroes. 

d.