This piece of autofiction was written and recited by Evan T. Cowgill. You can find more of his work here.
Months ago, while working in a cafe on East 9th, a guy with blue hair and a huge smile asked excitedly what I was up to. What followed was hours of passionate chatter about our work, our relationships with our mothers and syrup drenched pancakes. His words often expand, delight and surprise me. He has become a dear friend that I'm lucky to know.
Onto the audio!
