"My illusions didn't have anything to do with being a fine actress. I knew how third rate I was. I could actually feel my lack of talent, as if it were cheap clothes I was wearing inside. But, my God, how I wanted to learn.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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