# 21

I am on the air. Right now. Spilling out my emotional weather report. Pouring out news of highs and lows and incoming sunshine. We all want to know. I want to know the same thing. How is it going to end? I am a fake. I never meant to keep those promises I made because I am just nasty. As the credits start to roll and the audience leaves all I am left with is a big empty space full of bad breath. Oh, and Einstein was ugly!