Sycamore

I forgot. I read my piece Nerves at this open mic last week.

It was weird.

I also read this piece, which is sort of a joke, and it fell flat.

It was just a really strange situation. The reading was set up by this group from school who were all in the same class together. So it was them reading and then an open mic. Which turned out was just me. Very uncomfortable. Then, of course, they read these really long and sensitive pieces. And I mean, they READ them, with pacing and everything.

And I, of course, just got up and started screaming. I was trying to look past the audience so I don't know how they took it. I can't even remember if anyone applauded.
Right after I finished Nerves some fucker in the back yelled out, "DONT WORRY BE HAPPY" or something like that. I really wanted to go back there and punch him. But instead I just told him to go fuck himself.

I am so predictable.

After I was done I ran out. I didn't want to talk to anybody.
I didn't want to listen to what they were going to say.

I would rather someone tell me they didn't get it, than lie and tell me they thought it was "interesting."