Dear Log,
ClapClapClap Deep in the Heaaaaart of Texaaaaas
The friendly audience that was left was slowly abandoning him, and he didn’t seem to care, or notice. The crowd was ever more unruly, like grade-schoolers taking advantage of the sub. People were again walking out, but now because they felt cheated. One of his visitors explained that she was a mother with young children, and on this her first night out in two months, she had come to see him. She wanted a show, she wanted theater. Who could blame her?
