Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 14, 2024
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.