I always wanted music in my life, so I decided to buy myself a keyboard. I learned to play the piano as a child and could still read music. I found a keyboard for sale on Kijijji and when I met the seller, the conversation quickly devolved into me having to make up a fake son named James. This story was recorded live off the floor at Stories We Don't Tell. Please note: I was sitting at the keyboard for the story. Some pauses and audience reactions were due to me about to play and then not playing.
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Read MoreA few weeks ago, I shared this story at the monthly event, Stories We Don't Tell. Recorded live off the floor, the story is told in three parts and is about indifferent pedestrians, an altercation at an outdoor skating rink and meeting someone at the theatre who coincidentally has the same shirt as me. As with each story, there is a winner and a loser. Who wins and who loses might be a surprise. It's a mad, mad world out there, take care of yourselves.
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