Gettin’ high on Trainspotting
February 4, 1998
By Leah Rumack Gotta go. Must get outta here. Fuckin’ hell. God. Gotta go. Can’t they stop bloody pounding? Doesn’t anyone ever hear it? Oh, clever, what a clever fucking theatrical device. Make the audience bloody sick. Gotta go. You can’t bloody go! You’re the reviewer. Stare at your pad. Draw little circles. There you […]