My Cardboard Balcony

I've Been Doing This Gig by Belinda Roddie I've been doing this gig for twenty years, selling my T-shirts off of busy streets, whether their logos boast of Christmas cheer or their colors match a Fourth of July feast. I've designed hundreds of tees, and I've tried to get them into all the stores in town, but I guess they don't like their business side because they just think I'm dicking around with them. They won't invest in my product, and so I stand on the corner each day, foisting off shirts for around twenty bucks a pop - not bad in terms of time and pay. My job's not easy, but it's really fun, and as for dreams - let's say I've got 'em done.

My hearing's been cut in half, and I don't know how to handle it. It happened just a week before an important deadline, and I don't know how to handle it. I've have anxiety before, but this episode? The other attacks can't hold a candle to it. I don't know how to handle my world being muffled like a silencer kissing the sweaty nose of a gun. Everything is too muffled, too subdued, too muted - too dangerous.