i’m famously elusive and a bad texter (something i intend to work on when i turn 29 next month) so the only way you’ll ever know what’s really going on is by coming to this reading where i plan to TELL ALL
anyone else get into an e-bike crash in london, slam full-force, face-first into an ancient-ass iron bench, end up with a sexy black eye, a gnarly concussion, and randomly find out you have a brain tumor????
