sammy cottrell

I can’t dance is what I’m saying. Anyways — good thing I didn’t come here to check on your dancing. The day you say you don’t have it in you to write, or to do whatever is demanded of you, is a day you’ll be very, very different. Sammy, you dance to our beat. You give this extraordinary sense of ability to phenomena, and it has served you well — whether in jobs or likability or sex. It’s a very strong part of you, but it’s not you. Even your interiority — like Jimmy from Better Call Saul — is well served by this sensitivity, and it’s closer to what you are inside. When I first met you, you had no beard. And you were manipulating a metal cube faster than I’d seen anyone do. I think I tried to hire you then, and you said you were already engaged by someone important — which gave me a flash of ego at having seen something in you. Like I just told you: you’re not every man, but you are any man. The etymology of better is just awake — and you’re definitely more awake than the rest of us. I…