Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

And for my awful high school English teacher, Mr. C, who looked me in the eye at sixteen years old and told me I’d never be a good writer. Thanks for the motivation.

“Gwen, I just want you to know that if I were you, I’d fuck my ex-boyfriend’s dad, and I wouldn’t even feel bad about it because that other guy sounds like a fucking loser.”

😂😂😂

I’ve dreamed of this. Her. Having her here.

Ok, Conrad Fisher

It’s been all work and no play, and maybe it’s made me a bit of a dull boy.