“Over the years I’ve met quite a few teenagers who participate in what is called ‘Forensics,’” he writes. “Students take published short stories and essays, edit them down to a predetermined length, and recite them competitively. To that end, as part of the ‘Etc.’ in this book’s subtitle, I have written six brief monologues that young people might deliver before a panel of judges. I believe these stories should be self-evident. They’re the pieces in which I am a woman, a father, and a sixteen-year-old girl with a fake British accent.”
I was introduced to Sedaris by the girl I had the biggest crush on in my entire life. She was sitting on the floor reading Naked during our forensics regionals.
I want to go to there.
Listening to Gang of Four and dancing like this and also I am in public right now.
I was on a panel at the Broad Art Museum last week. Probably should have mentioned it.
Holly took this picture, apparently.
Sticker given to me by Mike Watt at Coachella, 2004, placed on my ‘65 Teisco, given to me by my step-father.