A few nights ago I was a part of the Rum and Duck Poetry Night hosted by Charlie Shuck and Andre Gruber. I read several poems and a short story called Rust’e’Feld out loud on a stage with a microphone to about 40 people and it was the scariest shit ever. I found myself shaking a few times, and I got some lumps in my throat, but the response from the audience was great and I really want to do it again. They were genuinely laughing throughout most of Rust’e’Feld, and it felt really great. After I read Rust’e’Feld I said I wrote a sequel and voices were yelling “READ IT!!!” but it went so well that I didn’t want ruin it so I decided to just read part one and said “I’ll read part two next time”. I’m certain there will be a next time and a time after that and after that. The entire night was great, and I thoroughly enjoyed all of the readers and their poems/limericks/stories. Then the New Strangers played at the end of the night and it turned into a wonderful slow-dance party. All in all a great night that I hope to do again very soon!