Street life is hard. No, I don't mean hanging on the streets then running back to your warm homes, I mean living out there. It's really tough. Poor folk are dying, middle-class people are photographing the poor folk, and the rich asshats are sending middle-class people to take the pictures. Kind of a crooked game, huh? Not like I can change it. I'm just some homeless kid. On that topic, actually, I should probably introduce myself; my name's Aubrey. Aubrey Hethern. I "live" in the Walter Kerr Theatre. I put those quotation marks because by live, I just mean sleep there. Specifically in an abandoned dressing room. Not very comfy, if I must be honest.
There's this show been going on at the theatre lately. I usually sneak down and watch from this hidden little nook near the other seats. It's really freaking good. You've probably never heard of it..wow, that sounds edgy. Anyway! We have shit to do. This isn't gonna be my dumb 15 year old bullshit journal. Everyone's read stories like that before. Even I have, and I haven't used this website until now. Legit just found it. Hi. I'm here forever now. Fight me.
So, you're not just here for an introduction, are you? You want drama, bloodshed, and romance! Lots of romance. Jesus Christ, you guys like romance. Guess that means you'll this story. Because we might even get some..uh..spicy scenes, if you know what I mean. Insert winking emoji here.
It's time for the real story. My tale of intense adventure across New York. Will I get the girl? Will I legit fucking die? Find out in the book you've all been waiting for...
Adopted by Falsettos!
