She was not 19, she had been 14. She was not a student at UCLA, she had been a pupil at some of those “special requirements” high schools when you look at the Valley. She was not stunning, she had been fat and unsightly. The play wasn’t Shakespeare, it absolutely was Seussical, and she had been the elephant.

I do not understand why We consented to view it. I suppose I held down some sliver of hope that she had been lying to evaluate my resolve or that she had some concealed quality that shined through all the shit which had simply been dumped onto me personally. Read the rest of this entry »