David

@eccherdavid.bsky.social

We ain't gonna make it

When I was in middle school, my mom made me go to confirmation classes on Wednesdays. At the end, we had to write a paper about Jesus or whatever and read it in front of the congregation. My paper was about how I didn’t believe in god. Obvi I didn’t read that for anyone. Fuck public speaking anyway.

I've walked into that theater with the tickets on my phone dozens of times and never had the person at the counter ask me which movie I was going to see. I looked her in the eye and said "I Want Your Sex".