Cadence

“The day is over, the night has come, at least, hopefully, that means the most dangerous beasts, outside my mind, will get some sleep.”

He worked at a bowling alley and took theater classes on the weekend. His girlfriend had given up on measuring which funk was worse, bowling-alley-dead-end-shoe-smell, or, amateur-actor-desperation-nervous-sweat-stink.

It wasn’t the most difficult line of his performance for his mind to figure out. And though there were lines in the play in which his ton...