Words Can Never Hurt Me ... Oh Yeah?

Some of us, in the heat of a break-up in our 20s, may have deleted the electronic folder that held all of our writing in a hysterical, bleary-eyed dive into self-destructive behavior. We thus crafted much bigger regrets than a fleeting screamfest of a “relationship” — one that resulted in the accidental destruction of more than one VCR. (It can really throw a gal off-balance to walk around wearing a dildo.) Yet the disappearance of all that writing also provides, frankly, a relief, and permits a mercifully less-specific (and undocumentable) remorse about being so honest at that tender young age. Tonight at Regreturature, several excellent authors who kept that writing share their most raw and earnest early works in the form of fiction, nonfiction, journalism, and diary entries (!!!) they now deeply regret. Several members of the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto, including Bad Girl series author Cameron Tuttle and Adderall Diaries scribe Stephen Elliott, boldly hold forth with thoughts they really, really meant at one point. Proceeds benefit Litquake 2011. Supertalented groove turkey Marc Capelle provides live music, and always-hilarious Jack Boulware hosts.
Thu., April 7, 8 p.m., 2011

 
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Adderall Addiction
Adderall Addiction

And I'm gon' always be the best thing you never had. Oh yeah, I bet it sucks to be you right now. So sad, you're hurt. Boo hoo, oh, did you expect me to care? You don't deserve my tears. I guess that's why they ain't there. When I think ... We can't let our good love die. Maybe we can start all over. Give love another life. I know that this will hurt you. I know you'll cry. I know I called you selfish but that's a lie. I feel I know what's the best for us. Let's... start over! And give love ...

 
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