My voice.

I want to use my own voice, and today it's crackly, a little rough.
I felt it leaving last night, yelling totals over the bar. It gets
lost in higher and lower decibles. It gets swept up into the room.
I don't like the dry ache in my throat, but I love the new timbre in my voice.
It gives words new gravity.
I've been thinking a lot about social networking. About blogging. It's
all of us clamouring to get a voice heard.
We are screeching information over other voices. Over drums and
microphones and amps turned up. Not to mention dudes talking loudly
about motorbikes, and girls oozing over heels and relationships.
There is fun in all that noise. There is good stuff in there.
But I am tired, and my voice hurts a little. And I'm not even sure
it's mine, because I can't hear it over the rumble of the room. And
your total comes to $11.50. ELEVEN FIFTY!!!

This is where I can be found.
Just a voice.
I mumble.