I squeezed that 20 minute timeslot for all it was worth, grabbing every second I could. Looking back on the video that was a bad idea, rushing through my words and nearly collapsing into a trembling, giggling pile of embarrassment. It happens sometimes. To make matters worse, I accidentally brought along a faulty copy of my second story, which was missing the final page. Kept the audience in suspense, at least. I read two stories, “The Water Tower” and “The Jacket”.