So, here’s a bunch of disjointed notes with very little context from a small notebook I found again recently. I think most of them are from the Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough that I attended in 2008? or 2009? Enjoy!
Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Kids doing rubic’s cubes
Irish–Pat
Latin–Mendoza
Makes me a Leprecano
Y’all hush now, it’s Doug Elliot’s turn
(Choich) Foist Church birthday
Snake eating an egg out of his hand
Windham
hide the switch–
and whatever kid found it could switch the other kids
“Happy birdy doo doo” [with drawing of bird singing “doo doo”]
Sat up in bed–“I can play the comb!” And you can do it, too. It’s healthy!
Francis would eat all the cookie dough– she toined out real well.
Comb & wax paper played right through the Methodist hymn
Even when I was seven I thought the plagues were… Wagnerian.
a humorless masoleum of a woman
Feel like 40 miles of bad road
There’s a man at the door-I think he’s here to rape us.
I just wanted her to enjoy the snake!
It was time to go see if my Grandmother was dead.
“The Narrows”
Wide mouthed like the bass we just ate for supper.
“He told me, ‘Question everything.’
“‘Why?’
“‘Good, you’ve got it.’”
The old lady committee for being angry about stuff.
Ben Haggarty–frock coat–HAWT!
at the same moment her two sisters realized the same thing–that’s called morphic resonance
When I was scared by scary stories–my grandmama told me not to worry, vampires don’t bite Black people.
A trick or a marvel. 3 lies that are not lies. They made a journey–it wasn’t long and it wasn’t short.
I prayed to God to tell Jesus to ask Santa to get me the squirrel monkey. -Kevin Kling
Uh huh. We call it a thunder bucket.
Hi, Miss Julie 
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