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Skinnybones had the idea to write a collaborative story last night.  We were to take turns in five minute intervals. He set the scene: a noir tale about a detective with cloven hooves for hands.  When it was my turn to write I spent more time nitpicking about verb tense than actually typing anything.  Eventually I wrote a little bit about two men on a streetcar. I was too shy.  That's my problem. I am always writing stories in my head, singing made up songs when I'm alone, dancing in front of the mirror, drawing pictures then crumpling up the paper and tossing them in the wastebin.  I like the way that Skinnybones writes and I'm too afraid of being underwhelming. I like the way you are, I am always saying, and I do, I do. Not just the way he writes but the way he speaks; the words and the way he always sounds like he has a stuffy nose.  I like the the "Michigan accent" that comes out when he sings.  His hair, wispy and golden-brown. The haphazard guitar playing.  His slight form, soft and solid all at once.