The Buckets by Greg Cravens for October 09, 2006

Transcript:

"Mom, face it. You don't <i>really</i> know anything about the <i>real</i> me." "You mean, I don't know that sometimes you feel like you own the world, and sometimes you feel like a total geek, or that there are girls you adore, but couldn't say that to. Or that you have music and poetry inside you, but can't figure out why you put your foot in your mouth so much." "OK, now... what do you know about <i>me?</i>"