081313 #copperhead Some theater in my brain swiftly auditions potential ways that I might feel right now. Horniness flits by, in its autoerotic four-wheel-drive. Desolation lurks around the pit. Thrilling possibility is hiding in the dressing room among the cool, the whispering, the smell of history. Patience is growing bored of its own monologue. And bravery sits in the director's seat, judging us all, demanding more, next! More.