I Had Paid For My Folly And,

David Sedaris

I had paid for my folly and, as a reward, was invited to take part in the nest builder’s performance piece. the script was great. ‘when i bleat here, do you want me to just bleat or to really let go and “bleat, bleat”?’ i asked. ‘i feel like “bleat, bleating,” but if mother/destroyer is going to be crawling through the birth canal of concertina wire, i don’t want to steal focus, you know what i mean?