Day 3 - Habitabit

I live with a performer. He's not really an actor or one of those people who can eat/walk on/juggle fire. He's an enormously talented storyteller and is the kind of person who lights up when on stage. While I feel vomitous at the thought of standing in front of a crowd, he relishes the feel of expectant eyes upon him...and man, can he deliver.

Mostly, he tells funny stories. Personal stories about his youth, about Indiana where he grew up, about the people who have made an imprint in his 32 years of existence. Four years ago, he rode his bicycle from Seattle to South Dakota over a span of three months. Just because. He's that kind of guy. During that grueling solo trip, he wrote his stories down and started to read them out loud at small coffee shops in college towns. He was a hit. And so the stories became a book.

Sometimes he writes poems. I've been known to bawl when he'd compose a rhyming scheme especially for me. I mean, how can you keep the tears at bay when someone whispers, "If I were a rapper/I would call you fly"? Lately he's had a thing for bunnies. They often make their way into the ditties that he conjures up and my favorite is "Bone-breaking, body-shaking Bunny Rabbit/Running in your natural Habitabits" -- here, I drew a tribute to the habitabit that we share and his storytellin'.