tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213897889308632008.post3591867057412570993..comments2023-09-05T06:19:16.586-06:00Comments on It was Late, and I was Tired.: Old Writing.Juice Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837338430052033735noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213897889308632008.post-43421964161073131192010-09-04T13:43:21.371-06:002010-09-04T13:43:21.371-06:00You got skills JB. Enjoying your posts. I wish I h...You got skills JB. Enjoying your posts. I wish I had an English teacher like you described in your previous post. I did have one that was memorable. He wore a brown leather blazer, had a thick mustache and tinted glasses. He had a lot of rings, a scruffy voice and strutted when he walked. He always carried one of those silver metal briefcases. When he read Shakespeare, he used to change his voice up depending on the character and flicker the lights when he made thunder sounds. Later, I found a sci-fi novel he wrote called "Cadre One." This guy was the shit.Human Paradoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298152454302764517noreply@blogger.com