I’m a father and a husband and a brother and a son.

I’m an uncle and a cousin and a lover and a friend.

I am the Writer.

I live here and sometimes there and often somewhere else.

I’m the shadow at the far end of the corner of the bar. I’m the one not on the phone. I’m watching you but I’m not looking. I hear your voice but I’m not listening. I notice your clothes but I’m not judging.

I see the pain in your eyes and the anger in your mouth. I know your walk. I know your smile. I’m outside looking in. And inside looking out.

I’m the one at the dinner table who’s not really there. I’m somewhere else. I am the Writer and my head is full.

I love. I am loved. This is my life. A true story that I made up. Let me introduce you to some people. Let me take you to some places. It’ll be fun.

I’ll write it. You read it. Without you, I’m nothing.