I wasn't fourteen though, I was thirty two, and my
masturbating and cartoonish dreams were embarrassing to me.
I pretended Bob Dylan wrote intricate love songs to me. I
pretended I said funny things on the David Letterman Show.
Oprah chatted about the chilling effect of bad self-esteem.
Sharon Stone wanted to have lunch with me. The television
talked to me and I talked back.
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back to story's map
cartoonish dreams
The television talked to
me
I talked back