Just Wrought

Recovering playwright, once won a STRANGER Genius Award for theater. Now writing a bloated novel about… G-d help me! Theatre.

Reminder

I remember when they stuck the needle in my face so that they could sew me up after the window fell on me. And it hurt so bad, like it was shoving all the way through my head. And I thought to myself: “You feel that, fucker? You’re alive. You never have to be. This is happiness. So feel it.”

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