Author Archives: Steven Tucker

I think I have figured out my connection to you. I don’t have your work ethic. I don’t have your drive. I am an amateur performer. You are a professional involved with the entertainment industry. You actually produce a substance. I just make a character. I make nothing tangible. Not that you have any sortContinue reading “Still not Jesse”

I love that you’re near my height. Glancing into your eyes is easy from this vantage point. Have you noticed I require reading glasses now? I love how you made me feel while my father started his demise. I wouldn’t have gotten through that without you. I love your smile. It is a most beautifulContinue reading “Heather Nicole Stancil”

I’m awake. I feel like writing… Are you aware of how you captivate me? No one else is present. I’m yours. I wonder what prompts you to remove your glasses. It makes me want to put them on and see through your windows, your eyes. How does it feel to know that you can whiskContinue reading “David Copperfeild”

I see you. Then, I see the other you. I trust you, but that other you I can’t. You are my most familiar, yet you are at a distance. I feel you, but that other side of you doesn’t know how it feels when our faces brush. I wish you would turn to me. IContinue reading “SPECIAL Ketamine”

I was talking to my friend, Heather, about introverted performers. I told her more likely than not that a person that walks out on stage is more than likely an extrovert. She directs plays. She said that there is some truth to that, but I would be surprised. I’m having a conversation with a differentContinue reading “Albemarle’s got Talent”

We are eating at Chophouse 101 located at 101 West Ave Kannapolis, NC 28081. I’ve never done a restaurant/food review. I guess I need some sort of scale. Bear in mind I hadn’t developed my rating scale until after the video. That was spur of the moment. Sub Par: Below Average Par: Acceptable, but hasContinue reading “Food Vlog 1: Chophouse 101”

Instead of using my thumbs, I often use my microphone to text. December of last year, I began needing reading glasses to…well…read. When I am texting without wearing them I often find amusing results. Translation: Alex that hangs out at the bar, that has the 3-D printer, wants your number. May I give it toContinue reading “Phone Fun”

I miss you like a shaded flower misses the sun. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the the sound your voice makes when you end a sentence, the sound it makes at the end of your laugh. It is like you’re singing in my ear. I miss your insight. The highlights ofContinue reading “I Miss You, Friend”

I used to hate the sight of sunlight coming through the blinds, and the sound of birds chirping, in the morning. It meant the night was over. Yet I relished the sound of your second alarm. It meant that I got to hear you say “good morning.” Then I would to pretend to not watchContinue reading “Morning Treasures”