November 7, 2008
He’s scared: it’s pathetic. Worried that one day they’ll uncover his secret and stumble upon the truth. He speaks very well, talks with authority on his chosen subjects and nods in all the right places. In short his act is perfect. He holds himself correctly, is ready with a quip and very rarely splits an infinitive. Yet his knowledge is borrowed: the jokes on-loan. He does not possess an original thought. Everything is plagiarized and stolen. Confidence eludes him and his truth is based in fiction. Always pushing insecurity to the darkest recess of his mind. Still it bubbles up.