Still in a Dark Room

Still in a Dark Room R I was the pilgrim who crossed Rte. 38 to see The Music Man. I was the scholar who got in trouble yelling the answer to the question about helicopters I was the hero who delivered clothes from the dry cleaner I was the lost child singing Handel's Messiah. I was the cubscout learning how to develop film in a dark room. I'm still in a dark room. I am the one who ruined the fraternity party by freaking out from a panic attack. I am the prophet who fell asleep at the meditation class. I am the playright who disappointed the visitors of the Studio Theatre. I am the boyfriend of the confused girl from Taylor Alderdice I am the drop out of the film making class at the Carnegie Library. I am the winner of the contest of musical chairs at the Cherry Hill Theatre. It was in the Times Herald. Don't you remember?