You're missing a pile of shrunken whites in the laundry, a piece of paper that says "I am the future of musical theatre, Scott" and a torn off sheet of a yellowed notepad with "Sylvia Plath's vine analogy" and all those rejection letters pasted on the wall of your bathroom, eh?" Oh and don't forget the poster of Bukowski with the "Don't" poem on a wall somewhere.
You're missing a pile of shrunken whites in the laundry, a piece of paper that says "I am the future of musical theatre, Scott" and a torn off sheet of a yellowed notepad with "Sylvia Plath's vine analogy" and all those rejection letters pasted on the wall of your bathroom, eh?" Oh and don't forget the poster of Bukowski with the "Don't" poem on a wall somewhere.
This is my fourth book. I’ve been dragging my scrotum along this treadmill for fucking years 🍀