*Sigh*
Ok, look: the one thing, the only thing, the very last thing I had going for me was that by and large, most people did not think I was an asshole.
I can kiss that goodbye.
How do these things happen? I mean, there was a time when if you'd told me that casual, private conversations of mine would end up in the newspaper, I'd have told you you were crazy. Not anymore.
OK, not a conversation, an email. And not really the newspaper, the Slog. But really, I did not mean for it all to go public. And it's all my own stupid, sloppy fault. If I was going to vent, it shouldn't have been to Paul Mullin.
And maybe I am the asshole. But you know, sometimes you get a little tired of being offered the crumbs and the chance to lick the gravy stains off the table and having to smile and say thank you.
I will wear the scarlet "U" for Ungrateful son-of-a-bitch, who given a reading at the Rep and still had the gall to complain.
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Scot, was there more than just the Slog/Facebook skirmish yesterday between Paul and NPA? Sweetie, you don't get a scarlet "U". You are "beloved" as a man and a playwright. So what, you grumbled. The truth is, Paul is your lightning rod, for better or worse. Being a second child, I've come to love standing next to the lightning rod. There is the occasional singe but it heals.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I was sorry to miss the reading. I hope it went well! Becky
I didn't realize you were a second child. Me too!
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