Train Station, Car Ride
Jake McCabe
He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.
He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.
He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.
Right away we shared amphetamines. He fed them to me to keep me awake.
Right away we shared amphetamines. He fed them to me to keep me awake.
We were children once, but we aren’t anymore. At least, that’s what Magda says.
We were children once, but we aren’t anymore. At least, that’s what Magda says.
I tell him that next year I may hang myself—that’s the funny thing about life—you never know what it’s going to throw at you.
I tell him that next year I may hang myself—that’s the funny thing about life—you never know what it’s going to throw at you.
I like to hang out with models. Models, like Chip in Rent Boy, understand the “strange desires of men.” They live a life of the body.
I like to hang out with models. Models, like Chip in Rent Boy, understand the “strange desires of men.” They live a life of the body.
S is for sponsor who you really should call.
S is for sponsor who you really should call.
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
They put her flyer on their mailboxes and look at me like she’s dead.
They put her flyer on their mailboxes and look at me like she’s dead.
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.
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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