Robert...Hope for Haiti

 

I almost didn't recognize him at first,

his sweet voice,

with a hint of nervousness, 

made me focus.

Too serious an issue to be giddy,

I sat there in silence taking him in,

his seriousness,

speaking of people buried in rubble

all the while i'm thinking, 

"Why the facial hair?"

Selfish shithead

yes, I am.

I tuned in for him.

HIM.

And there he was, 
LIVE

speaking to me across my living room,

after weeks of barely nothing

there he was, 

feeding my addiction,

there he was,

a full fucking 57 seconds...