Public Freakout
Sydney Hirsch
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
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