Damn fine, my man. One can see you all patched and tweedy, elbows on mahogany and those thin Irish fingers nervously surrounding a glass of highland malt, a drop of sweat discoloring your coiffure.
This was sublime...your voice is wonderful. I don\'t know how old you are, but you sound so young.
When you speak, your voice reminds me of Elmore Leonard, whom I heard read once in Raleigh.
This was just great. Man.