A story about David Sedaris
In a Philly Borders he signed my book before even starting his reading.
Once Zanti and I were getting some shakes at Webers, and some teenage guys asked if we wanted to Chill with them. I misheard him and thought they were asking if we would have children with them.
Once Peth and I were really great friends. Then we weren’t. Then we were again. Then we weren’t. And now we are.