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Everybody But You

Mostly True Stories – by Thia Sexton

COMING SOON! – AUGUST 29

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The only thing more depressing than being too stupid to live, is feeling smarter than the voice on the other end of the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

I’m told we pick our partners to complete ourselves. I guess that’s true. I’ve never owned a washer and dryer.

New York was where I learned about something called “MISPLACED ANGER.”

Some neighbors get to know each other over coffee. Others, you know
. . . GHOSTS.

Life begins to feel like a movie when flashing red lights are chasing you and you’ve never so much as ignored a parking ticket. Veins fill with the adrenaline of Tom Cruise in a chase scene as you careen in and out of alleyways to outrace the cops. Eventually Tom forsakes you for the next big attempt to revive his career, and thus undrugged, a hazy reality seeps back into your consciousness. I stopped the car.

SWF looking for SMRBL (Single Male Raised by Lesbians)

How did this happen? My mind had become an un-weeded garden.

Everybody But You | Mostly True Stories by Thia Sexton

I run to the market for distraction during these times. Placing myself in line behind large families of shoppers allows ample time to peruse magazines I’m too snotty to admit I read. You know the ones: PEOPLE, US . . . EVERYBODY BUT YOU.

The character’s joie de vivre oozed from every paper pore.

Small town life felt as foreign as a new language. A language like French that trips off your tongue as you feel your Self differently.

What’s next after flunking LESBIAN and STRAIGHT?

Like Christopher Columbus, it seemed I’d made an error in my calculations.

Doesn’t everyone read novels starting with the last chapter first to make sure they don’t get too attached in case someone dies?

But the final line that should never be crossed under any circumstance: TOO STUPID TO LIVE.
Yep, I crossed it.

The brilliant author and I are quiet friends having silent conversations.

Some people might think our conversation too explicit for mere strangers, but I’d often heard New Yorkers described as “COLORFUL” and “IN-YOUR-FACE.”

I reread Pride and Prejudice and got all the jokes!

The night of the party arrived, kicking and screaming, without a corsage.

Leaning in menacingly, eyeball to eyeball, I threatened, “You’ll get your chance to talk, but right now you need to listen! What’s so different about today that makes me HOT?

THE PRESSURE TO BE FUCKABLE IS NEVER-ENDING, AND EVERY DAY IS A BEAST WAITING TO BE SLAIN.

COMEDY CENTRAL READING:
“TOO STUPID TO LIVE”

Castillian (Spanish) was like lisping for the Battletoads of video games. Only “C’s” and “Z’s” are lisped; a lisp on “S” is dodged under pain of death. For a while I lamely limped along, lisping every conceivable consonant, till my tired tongue figured out what went where.

We were very different Flavors of Fucked-Up.

We all know that metal clipboard, dangling on the end of the bed of our psyches, charting behavior.

MUSIC CLIPS

MUSIC BITES FROM CD SOUNDTRACK AND AUDIOBOOK

Nowhere To Fall

New Cliche

No One There

Sleeve

Too Stupid To Live

My People

New Cliche

This Skin

Dance Lesson

Ever

Something Better

Sexes

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