Wm. Floggin' Buckley - Part 9
[The script of the one-man show about my brief, very unpleasant tenure at Larry Flynt Publications, which I have performed in San Francisco, London, and Madison, Wisconsin.]
The next morning in the men's room, someone was weeping in one of the stalls, under whose door I recognized a pair of plaid hightop sneakers. Harold? Harold, is that you?
Do you know …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to A Legend In His Own Minefield to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.